An uncontrollable urge surged within him.
Henrik lowered his head as the veins in his hands bulged and swelled rapidly. Led by the moonlight, it seemed as if a wild beast, struggling madly, was awakening inside him.
"Ah…"
He couldn't help but let out a pained groan, but to his surprise, the sound that emanated from his throat was nothing like a human voice.
It was more like that of a beast!
In just a few short breaths, Henrik had already torn through his clothes, his height exceeding 2.5 meters.
His body was covered in black hairs as sharp as steel needles, and with a casual wave of his hand, the hanging curtains were easily torn apart by his claws.
"Your Highness…"
Two voices echoed from behind him.
Henrik turned around, barely able to contain the violent killing intent within him. This feeling was strange; although he seemed to have control over his body, deep within, there seemed to be an unknown consciousness influencing his judgement.
