Seeing Jisvruul finally escape, Velmira released her full form.
A grotesque monstrosity of festering filth and writhing flesh, the embodiment of everything disgusting.
Her power surged, now at the demi-Valgath level, surpassing the Husked Lords by a small margin.
Despite her massive, swollen body, she was unnaturally fast.
Her legs blurred, almost invisible, as she lunged forward, her bloated arms stretching outward, snatching multiple Gralith who glared at her with a mix of fear, revulsion, and rage.
They could smell it—
The stench of exile.
A putrid scent that marked her as an outcast, triggering an instinctive need to eliminate her presence.
Come! She growled, her distorted human face stretching grotesquely as she bared her yellowed fangs.
"RAA!"
The Husked Lords reacted violently, their decayed arms slashing forward in anger.
Unlike before, they didn't rely on brute strength—