Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent!

Chapter 558 Transformation

Chapter 558  Transformation

His face underwent the most horrifying change. Caius's features contorted, his eyes burning with a hellish red glow, his mouth elongating into a nightmarish maw filled with rows of jagged, uneven teeth. Horns curled upward from his skull, crackling with crimson energy that pulsed in time with the increasingly unstable aura surrounding him.

Alex felt his stomach churn as he realised what was happening—not a mere transformation, but a complete metamorphosis.

"Caius!" Alex shouted, taking a cautious step forward. "What did you do??!"

But Caius didn't respond. His laughter had ceased, replaced by guttural growls and hissing breaths. His movements became erratic, twitching and jerking as if his body were struggling to contain the infernal power coursing through it.

Then, he stopped.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the faint crackle of the dark energy that now enveloped him. Caius slowly raised his head, and Alex felt a chill run down his spine.

The eyes that locked onto his weren't Caius's anymore. They were empty, devoid of humanity, burning with an ancient, malevolent hunger. The voice that followed wasn't Caius's either—it was deeper, colder, and utterly alien.

"This vessel... is mine now," the creature rasped, its tone dripping with malice.

Alex's breath caught. This wasn't just a transformation—it was possession. Whatever force Caius had called upon had consumed him entirely, erasing the man he once was and replacing him with something far darker.

The devilish entity that had once been Caius straightened, towering over Alex with a newfound, horrifying presence. Its clawed hands flexed, and with a low, rumbling growl, it spoke again.

Without warning, the creature lunged, its speed even greater than before. Alex barely managed to react, raising Virtue's Edge just in time to block the attack. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, and Alex was forced back several paces, his boots skidding across the dirt.

'This is bad,' Alex thought, his heart pounding. 'He's not a simple A tier anymore...'

The devil let out a bone-chilling laugh, its claws crackling with dark energy as it advanced. Alex tightened his grip on Virtue's Edge, his mind racing as he prepared for the fight of his life.

Alex could feel the oppressive weight of the devil's aura pressing down on him like a suffocating tide. The malevolent energy radiating from the creature was unlike anything he had ever encountered, its sheer intensity far surpassing the most fearsome Mutant-class beasts he had faced before.

The realisation soon struck him like an intense thunderclap.

'This isn't an A-rank Mutant-class anymore,' Alex thought, his grip tightening around Virtue's Edge as his heart thundered in his chest. 'This is S-rank…'

The ground beneath them trembled as the devil stepped forward, each movement deliberate and exuding a predatory grace that sent shivers down Alex's spine. The glow of its crimson eyes locked onto him, unblinking and brimming with dark intent.

"You look afraid, mortal," the devil said, its voice dripping with venomous amusement. "Good. You should be."

Before Alex could react, the creature vanished in a blur of motion, reappearing directly in front of him. A clawed hand lashed out, faster than Alex could track, and he barely managed to twist his body out of the way. Even so, the sheer force of the swipe created a shockwave that tore through the clearing, uprooting trees and sending debris flying.

Alex stumbled, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain his footing. His mind raced, desperately searching for a strategy, a weakness, anything that could give him an edge.

But there was none.

The devil was overwhelming in every way—faster, stronger, and more durable than anything Alex had ever faced. Even Virtue's Edge, with its blazing fire and razor-sharp edge, felt inadequate in the face of this monstrous power.

How the fuck was he, a simple B- rank supposed to deal with an S- rank???

The devil didn't give him a moment to recover. It lunged again, its claws slamming into Alex's blade with bone-crushing force. The impact sent Alex skidding backward, his boots digging deep furrows into the ground. His arms trembled from the strain of blocking the attack, and the fiery aura around Virtue's Edge flickered under the immense pressure.

"You're nothing," the devil snarled, its voice a guttural growl that resonated like a drumbeat of doom. "A mere insect beneath my heel. Do you truly believe you can stand against me?"

'I need to summon Brontes!'

Alex's mind raced as he dodged another brutal swipe from the devil, the claws narrowly missing his face but tearing through the air with a sound like ripping metal. His heart pounded, his breaths ragged as he stumbled back, trying to put distance between himself and the monstrous entity.

'This is way out of my league,' he thought, desperation creeping into his mind. 'I need Brontes—now!'

Focusing his energy, Alex reached into the Taming space, summoning with all his might the one ally he trusted to stand a chance against such a foe.

"Brontes!" he called, his voice echoing with urgency. The air around him shimmered faintly as his aura flared, but... nothing happened.

Alex's eyes widened in disbelief. He reached out again, mentally and physically straining to call Brontes. "Brontes, come on! I need you!" he shouted, his voice cracking as panic clawed at his resolve.

Still, the Taming space remained silent.

The devil's laughter boomed, chilling and mocking. "Calling for help, are you? Pathetic," it sneered, lunging forward with blinding speed.

Alex barely ducked in time, the devil's claws grazing the top of his head and slicing through his hair. He rolled to the side, his body screaming in protest as he scrambled to his feet.

"Brontes!" Alex yelled again, his thoughts practically a shout as he poured every ounce of his will into the bond they shared. 'Where are you? I'll die without you! Please!'

'Why isn't he answering?!' Alex's mind screamed, his panic reaching its peak. He felt like a cornered animal, each dodge bringing him closer to the inevitable moment when his luck would run out.