Clutching a crystal to his chest, he was able to survive, for its powers slowly seeped into his surroundings, protecting him. However, it all came at a cost. Demonic magic was easy for him to pick up, but it was unlike all the other spells he had learned before. With each word of an ancient and forbidden language that passed his mind, more and more of his being was consumed.
Slowly, the darkness that had always been present in him broke free. Ten thousand years' worth of suffering, pain and anguish of all the souls of the underworld broke free inside him, but it was all tainted...Halpebe was no more. Kaalyar stood in his place, proud but corrupted, with his soul as dark as ink
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XENOLOGY
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GREAT AXE
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