After the sixth round of lightning, the storm in the Tiny World began to fade, and Thor's body, still crackling with energy, began to change.
The bright green and gold of his scales shifted to more of a deep emerald and platinum, while his size expanded even further.
Karl understood that a Behemoth should live up to the name, but at this point, Thor was becoming absolutely overwhelming in size for any sort of living being. Not even the greatest of Sea Creatures could match up to that sort of bulk.
If he couldn't transform, it would simply be untenable to keep him around, there wasn't enough food in even a place like this to sustain that much mass.
Thor thought that was an amusing idea. Having to actually eat enough for his size. The Impenetrable Bulwark Behemoth fed mostly off energy, and with the Immortal Realm mana that suffused the Tiny World, he mostly ate because it tasted good, not because he needed the nutrients.
But now, he had other things to celebrate.
