Of the five wizards, two had already undergone physical changes.
One had turned into a giant over three meters tall. And that was not all: none of his exposed skin looked remotely human.
Instead, it was covered in something like a combination of scales and a horny outer layer. Slime constantly seeped from the gaps between the scales, swiftly coating his body in a repulsive film.
The other had not changed much in build, but two enormous fleshy wings had sprouted from his back.
Yet these wings were unlike any Daphne had ever seen.
They were two masses that looked as though countless earthworms or similar creatures had twisted together to form them, their surfaces constantly writhing.
Even though Daphne was hardly an ordinary young girl, the sight made her stomach churn.
That was fucking disgusting.
Of the remaining three, the one who had spoken earlier did not advance. He stood at the very back, staring fixedly at Daphne. Of the other two, the woman was the only one among the five who appeared unchanged.
But Daphne was unsure whether she could not transform, or whether blocking that enormous barrage of lightning earlier had drained her too much to do so.
And the wizard who had initially been holding a bundle shaped like a longsword finally tore away the Wrapping Cloth, revealing what lay inside.
It was a greatsword over a meter and a half long, with faint traces suggesting it had originally been gold. A large gemstone adorned the pommel; it must once have been a magnificent, elegant, finely crafted sword.
Now, however, dark red filth covered the blade, with only a few gaps revealing the gold beneath, its luster gone.
Countless tiny branches grew from that dark red filth. They resembled snakes' tongues, slender and small, with little