I no longer had time to express my anger: invisible flames devoured me from within. Folded in on myself, I eagerly wanted to howl my suffering, but my voice was gone. It no longer existed. Everything was changing. Right now, it was deafening. The sound my bones made as my body transformed.
My vision was similar and different from what I had in the Berserker hybrid form. Reddish, blue, yellow, and orange. Smells filled my mind. The one dominating the others was the scent of Mallok, sitting next to me. I felt the wetness of his nose on the top of my head and understood that I was lying on the dry ground.
The first time I tried to stand on my feet was a terrible failure. The second, although difficult, was more successful: wobbly legs giving me a precarious balance.
Mallok tilted his mouth
