As the transformed demons roared and readied themselves for battle, Zelroth, now a towering colossus of fire and fury, turned his attention back to Ghorm. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated across the battlefield.
"You lowly creature," Zelroth bellowed, his words carrying a terrifying weight. "How dare you toy with me? I will let you experience the humiliation you've inflicted upon me!"
Ghorm, though now facing an opponent who had become exponentially more powerful through the forbidden transformation, remained remarkably calm. His eyes, still filled with unwavering confidence, met Zelroth's fiery gaze.
"You still underestimate me, after what I did to you," Ghorm replied.
The ground beneath Ghorm trembled as he channeled the earth element with unmatched mastery. Massive stone walls rose around him, forming a protective barrier against Zelroth's impending onslaught.
