Mother staggered back, her hand flying to her chest, where a thin line of blood bloomed on her pristine red dress. Her eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief flashing across her face. "What... what was that?" she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of fear.
She looked at Vell, who was now crouched low to the ground, his body radiating a strange mix of power and grace. His posture was feline, almost feral, his limbs coiled like springs, ready to unleash an explosive burst of movement. A low purr vibrated from his chest, a sound that seemed to echo with the power of a beast.
She was confused at his transformation, was it a skill? She has never encountered a human with such a skill and that terrified her.
