Chapter 35

The air in William's room grew thick, as if the very atmosphere was suffocating under the weight of the dark energy swirling around the Heretic. His form expanded, his body twisting and growing until he towered at an imposing seven feet. His skin, once pale, had turned a deep, unnatural black, hissing and bubbling as poisonous fumes rose from its surface. The Heretic's eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, and his mouth stretched into a grotesque grin, revealing sharp, venomous fangs.

William stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. The sight of the monstrous transformation before him was unlike anything he'd ever seen. It was as if he was staring at a demon from his worst nightmares. The temperature in the room dropped, and every instinct in William's body screamed at him to run, but his legs wouldn't move. He could only watch in horror as the transformed Heretic growled, his voice now deeper and more menacing.