Gray's frown etched lines of determination on his face, mirroring the intensity of the impending confrontation. Pomade's transformation into a level-four ogre was a sight to behold, an imposing figure growing even more colossal with each bone-cracking adjustment. The physical metamorphosis was awe-inspiring, muscles rippling with newfound strength, and a tangible surge of raw energy crackling around him.
As Pomade expanded into the fourth level, the sheer magnitude of his presence became evident. His very essence seemed to resonate with power, and the air vibrated with the intensity of a looming storm. The hungry glint in Pomade's eyes betrayed an eagerness to assert dominance, a predatory gaze fixated on the challenge before him.
