'It's been a long time since a human relinquished their ego for my sake. This man has found a way to evolve on his own, with no help on my side until this moment. He even managed to do it from the lowest point possible.
'He turned the only fallen species I have given up on into a new race.' Under the eye of Mogar, the blackness of the Chaos spread over the Abomination's body disappeared, replaced by the pink, soft skin of Zogar Vastor.
As he screamed in determination, perfecting his form with the Master Scalpel spell, the Chaos energy left condensed on his left shoulder blade.
From there, it sprouted into a black feathered wing, filled to the brim with the Cursed Element. Feeling the sudden imbalance, Vastor tapped into the Decay component of his core, making a pristine white wing emerge from his right shoulder blade.
