"It's mine now," Severin said firmly. He didn't seem worried as he stared at Dolor, who was right in front of him. He only looked at him steadily.
Dolor was breathing hard, his hand clenched, and the red light flowing on him flickered wildly. He demanded in a harsh voice, "Who are you? How do you know everything you do about the Divinity?"
Severin didn't reply. He only gazed at him with a calm face.
Dolor shook. His body trembled as if something within was trying to crawl out. He swayed. The red light dug into his flesh and began to twist.
Everything filled with pain could be controlled.
His skin peeled back as if the red light were knives. Bones snapped and mended. In the blink of an eye, Dolor was reduced to a pile of flesh and bones on the ground, the red light flickering on him like fire.
Then... the flesh and bones changed in an instant, and what stood before him was a monster with eight claws of white bones and a long tail of jutting spikes.
