Lu Ming stood at a height of over three meters tall, Even though he was hunched over. His figure emanated a perverse feeling of oddness and wrongness something that even the world seemed to reject.
The abomination he had morphed into wasn't one of recognition. He was like a chimera, but more… arranged? Perfected? Yet no words could truly describe it. Even with the alignment of his features, everything about his being still felt flawed — like a mistake one would see and feel an overwhelming urge to fix.
If one was learned enough, they would recognize the source of some of his features: an amalgamation of spirit beasts.
