Echoes of the Original Human [Part-2]
When at last the mist cleared, a form emerged in the middle of the room.
Leon's body floating in mid-air, absolutely naked, unashamed. His physique had been changed beyond anything human. Muscles weren't merely bulked out—there was sharpness to them, hardness, every curve etched with fierce precision. As though a master sculptor had carved him from marble, every line and curve juggling brutal power with classy elegance. Shoulders widened, chest puffed out with authoritative presence, abs defined in perfect ridges, legs strong and firm like pillars of stone. His skin shone, unblemished, unsullied by scar or imperfection, radiant palely under the crimson residue stuck to him like ancient combat paint. Even the tiniest movement of his fingers seemed to emanate power—as if every molecule of his essence had been remelted into myth.
