Aamir staggered, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
"No… no, this can't be real. I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming." His voice cracked, raw with anguish. His gaze fixed on the broken body of his mother, lifeless against the burning ground.
Then his eyes snapped up, locking onto Parkh. His teeth ground together, rage consuming every inch of his being.
"You… you monster! You killed her! YOU KILLED HER!"
His crimson eyes blazed hotter, the whites bleeding away until only a predatory glow remained. His pupils warped, stretching into sharp slits like a beast's.
The ground trembled as his aura surged—darker, heavier, a crimson storm spiraling out of control. His teeth sharpened into fangs. His nails split into jagged claws.
Hair sprouted across his arms and shoulders. His back cracked open with a sickening sound as black-crimson wings burst out, stretching wide with an unholy screech. His legs bent and reshaped, twisted into bestial limbs built for tearing and crushing.
