In the blink of an eye, Ahuli had morphed into a demonic being like no other. Forget about the Banurs. Even his own people were scared of the evil aura that surrounded him.
But A'Mila's concern was not just for Ahuli's appearance. The deathly aura that emanated from him was more intriguing for her. It was a force that brought destruction wherever it touched.
The grass beneath their feet was the proof. Once vibrant and green, they lay dry and lifeless, as if Ahuli's presence had poisoned them.
Noticing his newfound strength, Ahuli lunged at the enemy, but A'Mila rolled away in time. Ahuli collided with the tree where she was standing a moment ago, and similar to the grass, the tree also dried up before crumbling to dust.
Ahuli had banged his head on the tree but began laughing like a maniac instead of feeling pain.
"It works!" He laughed maniacally. "I can't feel anything!"
