Gorevile walked forward and stopped in front of Loreia. It was currently waiting.
It had expected a scream and a cry of agony from Loreia. The slow and painful suffering it loved to witness.
But... after waiting for a long time, it frowned. There was nothing. Not even a whimper.
Gorevile paused as he glanced at Loreia. Why isn't she screaming?
All beasts, warriors or even experimental beasts like itself were all breaking under its venom, yet this one... She wasn't reacting at all.
Gorevile gritted its jagged teeth together in annoyance. If the venom wasn't enough, then it would simply tear her apart.
Without hesitation, Gorevile lunged forward, its massive hand wrapping tightly around Loreia's legs.
Its grip was tightening as its muscles shifted instantly, redirecting its raw strength into its arms.
The muscles in its arms were reshaped, expanded and thickened.
