Dracula continued his explanation, his voice calm and deliberate as visible changes continued to ripple through his body like waves across still water.
The chalice's dark essence seeped deeper into his veins, reshaping him from the inside out with slow, deliberate cruelty.
Every shift in his form sent faint tremors through the surrounding air, a low hum of power that made the ground beneath him vibrate subtly.
Wings sprouted from his back with a wet, tearing sound, leathery membranes stretching and unfurling one by one until six massive appendages extended fully, casting long, jagged shadows that danced across the battlefield.
One of the wings carried the jagged, veined appearance of demons, crimson pulses throbbing along blackened skin like living arteries.
One resembled the tattered, ash-gray wings of fallen angels, edges frayed and glowing faintly with corrupted silver light that flickered like dying embers.
