A thick fog of necrotic energy filled the battlefield as the hulking figure of the Death Lord loomed, casting an oppressive shadow over the field. His body, once that of a Dark Orc, had ascended into something far more terrifying. No longer wielding his mighty axe, he discarded it with disdain, his hands now pulsing with a raw, terrifying power. The transformation was complete—he had become a being of pure necrotic force, his very form radiating death.
His muscles rippled unnaturally under his new ashen skin, streaked with black veins that throbbed with dark energy. His eyes, glowing with a sickly green hue, locked onto Ashen and Pyro. There was no mercy in those eyes, only hunger.
