The enforcer before Kan was utterly confounded. His senses were awash with a strange mix of wariness and respect, an instinctual recognition that this was no ordinary encounter.
His gaze fixated on Kan, unable to comprehend the rapid transformation that had unfolded before him. What puzzled him most was the abrupt shift in Kan's eyes—from a mundane brown to an otherworldly, predatory yellow, their shape elongated into something reminiscent of a creature from myth.
"Is this some kind of transformation? Why does he look like a werewolf? No, not look, but rather, it feels like I'm looking at a werewolf when he is clearly an elf!" The enforcer's mind raced, struggling to reconcile the incongruity before him.
