Lord Loki's Mutations!

A small lump formed, rapidly elongating into a slender, sinuous extension. Like a blade of grass pushing through fertile soil, a tail emerged, growing in length and girth.

Its surface developed the same chameleon-like scales that adorned his shoulders and hips, the green-blue hue gleaming vibrantly under the sun's gentle touch.

The tail swished and coiled, the color shifting subtly with the play of light and shadow. Even the blood covering it wasn't capable of hiding its mesmerizing gleam.

"Felix will definitely not be pleased with this." Asna giggled in amusement as she watched him go through the last minutes of this painful and agonizing storm.

If Felix had obtained a tail mutation in the early stages of his life, then he would gladly accept it. But, at his current level, a tail mutation was no different than a cosmetic useless mutation.