Byung had undergone a metamorphosis that defied every law of nature and magic known to the realm. He was no longer the scrawny, diminutive goblin that Naruz had once looked down upon or cared for with a sense of maternal pity.
Overnight, his biology had surged, fueled by a divine evolution that had rewritten his very DNA. He had grown towering, his muscles knitting together into dense, corded slabs of power that stretched his skin tight. He was now a monolith of masculine dominance, dwarfing Naruz in a way that shifted the entire power dynamic of the room.
Naruz stood by the window, the soft light of the moonlight casting a glow over her silhouette. She was lost in thought, staring out at the horizon, until she felt the air in the room shift. The atmosphere became heavy, thick with a musk that smelled of ozone, damp earth, and raw, unfiltered testosterone. She turned slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up—and up.
