The howl was more than a mere bestial cry. Sound waves ran through the world, pushing it away, almost making Liam's ears bleed.
Liam squinted, tremors afflicting his mind, clouding his awareness. He felt dizzy, but the attack wasn't unbearable. It wasn't an attack in the first place.
As the world cleared, Liam was able to see the source of that deafening cry. Despite everything that had hit the Inquisitor, he was still alive and on his feet, albeit changed.
Most of the Inquisitor's white robe was no more, leaving him virtually naked, completely exposing the thick layer of blonde fur that had covered his body.
Moreover, a new set of fang-like canines were sticking out from the Inquisitor's lower lip, interlocking with the upper ones. His nails on his hands and feet had grown, too, thickening and curving, resembling claws.
