"... B-Big... HUGE WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Lucy said as she turned around, her head raised upwards to see Merciless; her reaction was pure shock at his current form.
Ophelia was no different either.
"Holy shit... is that really you, Merciless?"
Ophelia's eyes locked on Merciless, who held Anastasia in his arms like she was made of glass, effortlessly carrying her in a princess hold.
He was impossibly tall, towering over everyone in the area they found themselves in. While still shorter than the king, who stood at a monstrous six meters, Merciless had grown to over eight feet tall, easily dwarfing the rest of them.
His muscular frame radiated raw strength, but what caught her off guard was how much his appearance had changed. The youthful, almost boyish face she remembered was gone, replaced by sharp, mature features of that of a man in his prime.
