A scream tore through the darkness. A twisted birth of pure pain and agony wrapped like a gift serum that disseminated to the rest of his body.
Luca collapsed on the floor. Arms and legs were drilled upright while his back arched upwards with his chest.
His breathing was ragged. Each breath was a plea for air to fill his lungs. A constant tug of war with his own organs in achieving the simple goal of sustaining his respiratory system.
As he cried out. Feral as human could be, pulses of energy and something more tore through his body.
His body was physically morphing. His muscles and bones pushed against his skin.
The peristaltic movement was like worms slithering through the body, bulging against flesh as if threatening to tear through.
