Chapter 514 - Ragnarök 6

What emerged from the metamorphosis was monstrous beyond comprehension, yet terrifyingly real. Loki's flesh had twisted and expanded into something that belonged in the deepest nightmares of creation itself. His body stretched upward, towering twenty feet above Adam, a writhing mass of sinew and shadow that pulsed with malevolent life. Where his arms had been, thick serpentine appendages now writhed, each as thick as a tree trunk and covered in scales that gleamed like black mirrors. His torso had elongated grotesquely, ribs jutting out like the bars of a prison made of bone, while his spine curved and twisted in ways that defied anatomy.