An indescribable lump of flesh roared within a cloud of steam and crashed to the ground.
It looked like a bloody tumor, yet it swelled and grew at an astonishing speed. Countless bone spurs burst from the flesh, spraying blood that stained the surrounding ground red.
Limbs, organs, eyes, ears, wolf heads, tails, and fur kept sprouting from the flesh. Sometimes there were swollen breasts and slender legs and feet, but more often there was only shapeless blood, flesh, and bone...
"You... what have you done..." A mouth growing at the top of the mountain of flesh screamed, then roared, "What have you..."
But a wolf's leg soon thrust out of that mouth, tearing it apart and cutting off the rest of its words.
Murphy stood well back, watching the ever-expanding mountain of flesh with some surprise. Apparently, the Elixir of Life really could supply an enormous amount of magic. This mass was far larger than what he had become after drinking the Dittany Promoter.
"I'm going... to kill... you!"
The mountain of flesh roared in fury. It seemed to know that Murphy was responsible, and several twisted limbs dragged its enormous bulk along as it tried to approach him.
Murphy backed away and glanced at the sky. He had observed enough, and his preparations were more or less complete. He stopped beside a gravestone. "How does it feel to have a body, Voldemort?"
"Murphy!"
The mountain of flesh roared. A gigantic bone spur suddenly burst out of it, stabbing toward him like a spear.
But Murphy neither dodged nor moved aside. He simply snapped his fingers.
The sky darkened, and green lightning lit up the clouds. A pillar of green light as thick as a person could encircle with both arms descended from the sky and struck the mountain