The momentum of the reformation of the Alpha's body only grew greater and greater until it was a mesh of pulsing muscle as tight as steel coils. But even then, that only lasted a brief moment before a tough, leathery black skin bloomed into being, all before being swiftly covered by blooming, luscious crimson fur.
Its mane practically shimmered like the sun, its tall limbs pulsing with power as its retracted claws left the sound of echoing, sharpening blades in the air.
Its size didn't seem to have grown. If anything, it had shrunk just the slightest bit.
After nearly reaching the middle realms of Gold Resonance, the Alpha had grown to nearly two and a half meters tall, the length of its body superseding three meters.
Now, it was closer to two meters tall, but it was sleeker, its aura more compact, its presence far more radiant.
There was no doubt. It had become an Arcane Beast—one with a legacy that far surpassed its previous roots as a Lightning Blood Hound.
