The clearing Michael remembered was gone. In its place stood a creature so enormous that the surrounding trees barely reached its shoulders.
Lucky had grown again.
His new body stood nearly forty metres tall even while resting on all fours. Thick greyish-green fur covered him from head to tail, though unlike the vibrant fur of an ordinary living beast, his coat looked strangely dry. Individual strands resembled withered grass, rough and almost lifeless, with darker patches spreading along his back and limbs.
His enormous paws pressed deeply into the earth. Each one was large enough to crush a small building beneath it, ending in thick black claws that curved into the ground.
His body had also become considerably more muscular. Powerful shoulders rose beneath the dry fur, while his chest and limbs carried enough mass to make his previous form appear almost immature in comparison.
However, the most noticeable change was his back.
