Author: Antonio Martin MoralesISBN: 978-954-320-394-9
Price: 14.00 lv
Remo saw the eyes of the sorcerer grow red and start to sparkle intensely. What happened then was simply astounding. Moga rose above the ground, his clothes started to flap as if blown by an imperceptible typhoon. His hair grew white. Light flamed from under the skin of his hands and face. He was crying out, but was it with pain or due to some demonic possession... His hands grew longer, his fingers grew under some irresistible inner thrust and soon turned into the paws of a predator, with black hooked claws. His back curved and two mounds grew from it, full of a bubbling stinking mass that gushed in red spatter. At the base of the mounds sprang wings that grew instantaneously and in a few moments reached gigantic size. His head was elongated by a strange swelling in the middle of the forehead. At the peak of the swelling two sharp cuts appeared and from them gushed blood and purulence, and then two horns plugged the scars and began growing irresistibly. His chin sharpened forward and jaws full of carrot-length fangs opened wide with the howl of a hurt dog, but amplified a hundred times. After the howl a rasping throaty sound was heard, like a horse neigh, mixed with the growl of a bear and the lowing of a romping wild beast.
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