Over three meters tall.
The upper part of his torso still retained some semblance of human form, but the skin was stretched and split. The muscles bulged in deformed ways, with veins of dark purple-black crawling beneath the skin like venomous snakes coiling around a body that had not yet truly died.
But the most terrifying part wasn't his body.
It was his limbs.
Dokai's two arms and two legs had completely transformed into a soul-form. There was no longer any bone, no flesh, no fixed shape. They were a hybrid mass of countless grayish-black soul tentacles, woven together into the form of arms and legs.
Within each tentacle were faded faces, stretched out, distorted. Some faces had their mouths open, screaming in silence. Some had their eyes wide, weeping. Some laughed madly as if reveling in their own pain.
