Chapter 46: The Soul of the Beast Made Manifest
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The light was blinding.
Not metaphorically — not theatrically. Literally, painfully, retina-scorching white-hot psionic brilliance radiated from the hovering form. And within that light, something shifted. Something grew.
Crystal stood transfixed, her psionic senses flaring like wildfire, watching as the luminous anomaly began to evolve. The glow expanded, twisted unnaturally in one direction — then convulsed, reshaped, and surged in another. It was trial and error incarnate. Evolution without restraint. A divine tantrum of form-finding.
Eventually, the light settled on a shape — her shape. The predator's form. The one Irvine had dissected. Only now, it was... colossal. The form thickened, widened, and grew until it towered over the lab, stretching to nearly two and a half meters in height. If the original jungle predator had looked ominous in the brush, this one looked like a biomechanical nightmare sculpted from divine wrath.
