362 The Awakening Process

Desmond's magenta pupils widened, their vibrant hue intensifying as if a dark color had collided with a blinding light. Luminous lines traced their way across his eyes, illuminating the depths as he fixated on Felix's status screen.

"Amazing," Desmond marveled, his mind swirling with a flurry of questions. "So he can transform into a beast at will? How does he maintain his human appearance? Is there a specific mechanism that triggers his transformation?"

Felix's experiment fascinated Desmond in a way that surpassed his own. Countless new variables intrigued him, such as bloodlines and the enigmatic "classified" text. As he waited, a crease formed on his forehead, gradually deepening into a frown. Impatience tinged his thoughts as the questions multiplied within him.

"Well, I have plenty of time to wait," he murmured, though his rough breath and unwavering focus betrayed his true sentiments.