"He is no longer a demon now," Max muttered, his voice calm yet carrying a weight that sank into the hearts of everyone present. His white hair flowed in the air, untouched by the corruption that had transferred into Zoltan. His eyes reflected no sympathy, no hesitation, only cold certainty.
Zoltan's monstrous form convulsed again. His flesh bubbled and writhed as if something inside him was clawing to escape. His mind was shattered beyond repair, his roars incoherent, filled with agony and blind rage.
Every movement of his body exuded raw infernal energy, and it was clear that he was no longer Zoltan the genius but a mindless beast ruled by corruption.
