Most people who go to the Gym and weight train will all tell you the same thing: they feel better after a good workout, but as Aoni's muscles swelled to more than quadruple their original size and then shredded like pulled pork, he wanted nothing more than to punch those bastards in the face.
It hurt, truly hurt, like stabbing your body with a million firebrands, but it was still within a certain threshold. It couldn't really compare to getting skinned alive, dumped in acid, and set ablaze, so the Lad was able to keep his mental faculties in check.
His previous Alabaster skin was constantly wiggling and changing colors with each cycle; sometimes, it would be a dark blotchy purple, indicating muscle tears were happening, and others, a bright pink, like scar tissue.
Meanwhile, the pair of summons sitting on the edge of logs not far away watched intently for any sign, any indication that their assistance was required.
