With clenched teeth, Anthony felt a force consuming his blood and flesh, roiling deep within his being. An eruption of dark energy burst from his back, tearing through his flesh as four pairs of wings sprouted forth, stretching majestically into the air, a sea of blood pooling beneath his feet, his body morphing inside and out, more and more blood pouring from his mouth, his skin turning pale, almost white.
From his head, two pairs of horns emerged, black as obsidian. His hair remained as ebony as ever, as did his eyes, now reflecting the darkness that enveloped him. Anthony had descended into a state of trance, feeling lost, devoid of reason.
His stature increased as his transformation progressed, reaching a height of two meters. In his hands, the darkness surrounding him took shape, solidifying into an ebony sword, firm and tangible in its grip. The aura of madness enveloping his visage manifested in a manic grin.
