The Weakness of the Snake -VI
"I, howl, how... roar! Roar! How could... woof!"
The man's pupils contracted violently. He lifted his trembling hand, only to discover that it had already... already begun to mutate! Mutated into a pair of decaying, sparsely furred... dog paws?!
After the euphoria of surging power faded, unbearable pain swept through his body, causing Hyena to let out a "howl, howl" of agony. His tall and robust figure began to shrink, twist, his legs atrophied and regressed, visibly transforming into similarly decaying, emaciated beast legs.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hyena."
A light voice, very abruptly, appeared in this room where two black market leaders had perished.
The young nobleman wearing a mask stood in front of Mr. Hyena, whose face had already begun to mutate and twist, crouched on the ground, lightly tapping the ground with his scepter.
"It seems you've done a good job, only..."