"ARGHHHHH!"
Another roar tore from his throat, but this time, it was different.
Deeper. Stronger. It wasn't just a human's cry of pain—it was something far more primal, a mix of man and beast fused into one terrifying sound.
Asher rose to his feet once his limbs fully regenerated, a surge of newfound strength pulsing through him.
The scales covering his body, deep and midnight black, remained dominant, absorbing the light like a void.
But something began to change. Faint streaks of color—subtle veins of red that once run through the darkness like blood—began to shimmer.
Then, as if touched by something divine, the red shimmered, flickering between shades, before slowly melting into a brilliant gold.
But this wasn't the only big difference in his appearance now.
