'Darius, due to the mutation, your body might wear out soon! Make it fast and don't fail!' Azree warned.
{Mana- 15,000/25,999}
Darius pulled Ve'xa out of the inventory, a withered smile on his face.
"Don't worry Azree, I am not going to let this ugly fire man take me down!"
The young warrior watched as the lava cocoon began falling apart, revealing Pryion covered in what seemed to be red hot scales in the form of an armor, and Isakador had split into two blades. His crimson pupils were gone, and a hollowed-out cornea could be seen; he stood seven feet tall with a stronger aura than before.
"Sheesh, you look ugiler than before. I thought you were going to get a makeover." Darius mocked as he took his stance, knowing that there was no way to predict what the knight would do.
Pryion tilted his head, looking at the young warrior. "You would have had a better chance of surviving in your feral form. Worry not, I will be sure you will perish!"
