Klaus lowered his gaze to examine his transformed body, and what he saw defied every previous understanding of physical perfection. His form appeared as if master sculptors had spent centuries crafting the ideal representation of human potential, then breathed life into their ultimate creation.
His chest rose and fell with breathing that seemed to move air itself in patterns more harmonious than before. Each muscle group was defined with mathematical precision—not the bulging exaggeration of someone who had pursued strength for its own sake, but the elegant proportion of form that had achieved perfect balance between power and grace. His shoulders possessed width that spoke to capability without appearing overly broad, while his arms showed definition that suggested strength capable of reshaping reality yet remained aesthetically pleasing rather than intimidating.
