Chapter 188: Transformation
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Her claws flashed once, twice, a spiral spin mid-air. With a bone-shattering CRACK, her paw struck the frogkin’s skull from the side, twisting it like a bottle cap. His bulging eyes froze wide for half a second—and then his limp body crashed to the mud, neck bent in an unnatural way.
Steam rose from the swampy crater where his head landed. A lone mosquito buzzed past in silence. Somewhere, a toad croaked a single, judgmental blorp.
The lone survivor—the storyteller—stood frozen. Urine puddled again beneath his webbed feet, steam curling around his legs. His lower lip quivered like a poisoned slug tossed in a blender.
"I should’ve gone to Frog law school..." he whispered with dead eyes .
From the other end of the ruined clearing, the Frog-Man’s chest heaved. His voice, when it came, was no longer croaking amusement.
It was wrath. "You..." he snarled. "You humiliated me."
His massive legs spread wide. His breath came in steaming bursts like volcanic vents. Mucus dripped from his cheeks in glowing trails. Every muscle in his bulbous body twitched with suppressed fury. His belly stopped jiggling. His hands clenched into stone-breaking fists.
Kai turned slightly, casually rotating his neck until a deep pop echoed. "Not done yet."
He jerked his chin toward Azhara. "Back up."
"Already moving," she muttered, hopping behind a scorched root and tossing one last amused glance at the survivor frogkin. "You might wanna run... It’s about to get real."