Two massive protrusions tore out from beneath his shoulder blades, forcing their way through muscle and skin as new limbs began to form. Blood sprayed outward as bones extended rapidly, elongating and twisting into shape before being wrapped in layers of dense, demonic muscle.
Another pair followed.
Then another.
Each arm forced its way into existence with violent resistance, tearing through his own body as though even his flesh struggled to contain what he was becoming.
Six arms.
Six massive, grotesquely powerful limbs unfurled from his back, each one larger and more defined than the last. Muscles coiled tightly beneath crimson skin, veins pulsing with raw demonic force as clawed fingers flexed one after another.
The air around him distorted.
Heat surged outward in violent waves as his demonic presence multiplied several times over, pressing down on the battlefield like an invisible mountain.
But it did not stop there.
