His face was chalk-white, eyes sunken like pits, yet his lips gleamed a vicious crimson, lending every breath the tang of fresh blood.
Four demon generals circled him, drawing on the same grisly power.
Foremost among them, Caiden now possessed nearly two-thirds of a physical body. Black armor sheathed his broad chest, and a massive obsidian spear, etched in runes, pulsed within his gauntleted grasp.
The remaining three generals solidified by the heartbeat, their auras swelling until the chamber quaked.
In a shadowed corner stood Stebarin of Malevolent Path Hall. With every fading soul-light, his heart seemed to bleed anew.
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