The crimson sword tip was only inches away from Waltz but failed to pierce through. Waltz drew back the corners of his mouth as he faced Rhode's aggression.
Damn!!
Rhode alarmingly withdrew his sword and jumped a distance away quickly. At the same time, Waltz opened his mouth and released a sharp and frightening howl.
The slab instantly shattered like scales rising up from living creatures. The shapeless impact passed Rhode and left the audience cupping their ears from the deafening noise. However, even so, that ear-piercing sound left them frantic.
Waltz was transforming.
His muscles began to squirm, bulging like an inflating leather ball. But that wasn't it; scales began emerging from under his smooth skin, mercilessly ripping apart his flesh, revealing fresh streams of blood and stretched taut muscles.
A putrid smell of rotten eggs emerged from Waltz's body.
That was the smell of sulfur.
