Reformation

The humanoid otter had tried to escape the odd clothed man grip. It had begun screeching, moving around to escape, and after realizing it couldn't get out of the odd clothed man's grip it had begun changing its shape again.

Mid way through its shape changing process the odd clothed man muttered.

"Stop"

That word alone had produced something inside both Emma and the humanoid otter. The otter had come to a halt in its shape changing process, while Emma was gasping for air, coughing and her eyes began to tear up a bit. Emma had realized what this was .

Fear.

A single word that the odd clothed man said had brought Emma this amount of fear. Emma had a new form of admiration for the odd clothed man, realizing that the man might be actually able to make her wish come true.

The odd clothed man looked at Emma with a smirk acting like he knew what she was thinking. The odd clothed man resumed back to the situation of the humanoid otter. It had looked at the odd clothed man and its beady eyes began to tear up and the giant humanoid otter began to whimper. It was like it was pleading for its life to the odd clothed man, Emma had a bit of pity for the humanoid otter.

Pitch black chains that had come from the odd clothed man's hands, had formed around the humanoid otter. It wrapped all around the humanoid otter squeezing its body so tight that if it were to change shape again it would still be in the pitch black chains, it hadn't dared to try that around the odd clothed man though.

"Emma, although you passed that doesn't mean you're yet to be qualified for what I need you to do for your wish.

Do you know how weak you are, you're so weak that the weakest creature here could easily kill you with a sneeze, or probably just by breathing. I literally can't make you do anything relevant for me with you dieing, so how could you possibly be of any use to me?" The odd clothed man remarked.

"Then why did you say that I could get my wish if I did what you asked," Emma retorted.

"Because you still could, you can grow, adapt to this new world, and I can help with the right wish. Emma, don't you want to become stronger?" The odd clothed man inquired.

"I wish to become stronger then, if that's how I can get Luna to revive," Emma declared firmly.

The odd clothed man snapped his fingers, and Emma's body began to shred itself to pieces.

This was a pain that she hadn't ever felt before, her skin felt like it was peeled off like a banana, her bones had felt cracked to grains of rice, her brain had felt like it was broken up into billions of pieces. Emma couldn't even scream from the pain of her while her body was being turned into a puddle of mush.

The odd clothed man had snapped his fingers again, this time it was the humanoid otter who had changed. Before it did, it began crying more excessively and screeching as if it was trying to say 'please spare me, I have something to live for!'

While Emma was turning into a puddle of mush the humanoid otter had immediately become a ball of flesh that was the size of a pan. The ball of mush had shrinked. The thing had continued to do so till it had become the size of a small rock.

The odd clothed man picked up the small meatball, split it into two and tossed it in the pile of mush that was Emma.

At the snap of the odd clothed man's fingers the meatball had begun to expand a bit covering all over the mush pile that was Emma and became a part of her. In just a few seconds the former mush pile had resembled a small human girl.

Emma had felt again and began coughing. Her clothes had been replaced by blood and numerous organs that had looked human like, as if it had belonged to her. She had looked around her wondering what had just happened to her.

She had noticed that the odd clothed man had looked at her with a grin.