"Roar—"
Earl Yury, with wings spread wide, let out an unintelligible roar that vented his agony.
For even as his body underwent such monstrous transformations... it continued to expand. Rather, it was because his skin had become exceedingly tough that his ever-multiplying flesh had nowhere to go.
His abdomen swelled greatly, filled entirely with liver.
His internal organs began to mutate, his flesh multiplying and strengthening incessantly. Scales appeared on the surface of his body, and the bones growing out of his forehead became horns—no, they resembled more a crown of thorns.
The residual curse energy inside of him was still rapidly strengthening his body—and further exacerbating this vicious cycle.
"...There's no need to continue fighting,"
Zoya took a deep breath, stored the curse back, and disengaged from combat: "He's finished."
Finally, the "Earl Yury," no longer recognizable from before, dove down with a roar.
He was completely incapable of thinking.
