Blood still dripped from Reign's mouth as he threw back his head and laughed.
"You fools," he sneered between fits of laughter. "Did you really think you won? That this slaughter was your victory?"
His laughter stopped, and his golden eyes turned blood red.
The air grew heavy, pressing down on the survivors until it felt hard to even breathe.
His body began to change. Bones cracked, muscles ripped apart, and then grew back stronger.
Horns twisted out of his skull like black spears. Dark fur spread across his skin, rough and sharp like blades.
In seconds, a monster stood in his place—a thirty-foot demon with the face of a goat, and every breath stinking of death.
Two massive swords appeared in his hands, so big they looked like they could cut mountains in half.
His true shape was far too terrifying for weaklings like them, so he opted for something much tolerable.
"Don't be afraid!"
