Modret was incomparably angry as he stared at Jarvis.
The moment his gaze landed on her, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Jarvis glared at Modret and released her own aura, suppressing the pressure he was emanating. However, it was becoming increasingly suffocating.
'This brat can't possibly be strong. He just awakened a few days ago after all.' As her thoughts reached this point, she suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief.
Golden black scales were beginning to surface on Modret's body. His frame was rapidly hardening, and his core was expanding from within. The mana inside him was increasing drastically as Modret gradually lost his rationality, his emotions replaced by pure wrath and anger.
When his transformation was complete and his final form was revealed to the crowd, they were struck with horror, completely unprepared for what they saw.
