Instead, he let out a cry of agony. His voice deep and guttural. Raw like something ancient clawing its way to the surface.
He dropped to his knees, hands clutching at his chest.
His fingers dug in, not like he was hurt, but like he was trying to stop something inside from breaking free—or bursting out.
His entire body started to tremble. His green skin darkened by several shades, splotching almost black in places as if bruised from within.
Then his back arched sharply, and his fingers curled into tight spasms, twitching uncontrollably.
Thin wisps of steam hissed off his shoulders.
"What's happening to him?" Thok asked, eyes wide.
He and the rest were also rattled by the sight they were seeing.
I didn't answer. Honestly, I wasn't sure what was happening.
But looking at the way Narg's class -Acolyte- was glitching out, visibly straining against something, I had a guess:
Narg was evolving.
