I held the form for a few breaths, memorizing every shift. Each change wasn't just cosmetic; it was a command at the fundamental level of my physiology. This wasn't an illusion. This was an actual change.
"I need to see whether Dante's disguises are sharper than mine." I chuckled as I reversed the changes.
Then I shifted focus inward, testing the deeper level of control this new ability had unlocked.
I started with something controlled, damage and recovery.
With a deliberate thought, I cleanly cut all my fingers off . The sting barely registered, my focus entirely on the process that followed.
I willed the body to accelerate regeneration, forcing cell division and repair to proceed at a rate far beyond baseline. The cut knitted together visibly, threads of flesh weaving into place within seconds and all my fingers grew back as if never damaged.
Satisfied, I moved to the second experiment.
