"Master... Draven and I need your assistance on the mortal plane..." Armic said, still on his knee, bowing to Qor.
The omnipotent force merely nodded, and he became a black vapor, entering Armic through his nostrils.
The mortal lept up and screamed in pain, his eyes bulging, pupils rolled back in his head. He raised his arms to the fiery sky as he inherited Qor into his own body. He burst into a purple flame, emitting a black smoke.
His body was medamorphosing under the veil of fire.
The fire began to subside, as did Armic's screams. And there stood. A near perfect blend of God and Mortal. He opened his eyes, red fire emitted from his optical orbs, which were pitch black. He waved his hair out of his face, revealing gray, corpse-like skin. Yet it was rock solid. Lumps began to strain on the top of his cranium, and on his back. Then outbursted horns. Somewhat blunt, and only about 1 1/2" long, they only added to his fearsome look. From his back emerged wings. Glorious red wings, 4 feet in length each, gave him an overall wingspan of 9 feet. He folded his wings, crossed his arms, and as he spoke, 2 voices spoke, in eerie unisen, "We're Ready..."
\~|~[Armic becomes level Three]~|~/
Armic brought his arms together, twisting his hands in a somatic spell, became translucent, then disappeared.
He reappears in the exact same locale he had occupied before his descention into Oblivion, with a dark smirk on his face.
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As Armic returned, Nevina suddenly felt the energy drain from her body. She fell to the ground, shaking franctically.
"H-he's too.. vial..." She managed to sputter, before completely collapsing and blacking out.
\~|~[Nevina becomes level One]~|~/
