"Transform?"
"That trick won't work anymore, little brother."
The corners of Chen Mo's mouth lifted slightly as he coldly watched the two struggling within the water tornado.
Before his words had even faded, Joseph tore open his robe.
The instant the dark fabric shattered, his body began to swell violently. Gray-black carapace extended outward from his chest, layer upon layer.
At the same time, eight jointed legs sprang from his back, their tips sharp as spears and covered in fine bristles.
Only his head retained a human appearance.
A pale face, brown hair, features rigidly set atop a spider's body—it was an utterly absurd and twisted sight.
At the same time, Margaret had completely transformed into something inhuman as well.
Her mutation was even more thorough than Joseph's, a layer of dark-red patterns covering all eight of her legs.
Her body was a full size larger than Joseph's, and even her head had become inhuman.
Her once fairly dignified face split open down the middle. Her features shifted and reassembled amid the rupture, while her pupils became densely packed compound-eye units.
Where her mouth had been, it split into a pair of enormous chelicerae, curved inward with hook-sharp tips.
"You think this water can trap us?"
"A body bestowed by God is beyond the imagination of mortals like you!"
Their voices had become hoarse, a mixture of human speech and insect chirping.
Joseph threw back his head and roared, crimson light surging around him.
All eight spider legs exerted force at once, slowly forcing open a sliver of a gap beneath the crushing pressure of the water wall.
Margaret said nothing, but the dark-red patterns had already spread from her leg armor to her torso, beginning to emit a dim glow.
"Interesting."
Chen Mo slowly raised his right hand, his