It had only been a droplet Tasha had transferred into Altair's body and yet his milky skin transitioned to red. Bones threatened to shatter as, one by one; they fractured like cracks upon glass. Pain lanced up through his body as he growled.
Without hesitation, Altair lifted a palm, burning the droplet of Mana before it shattered him. He winced, invoking Fallen Necromancy. In a blinding moment, a stunningly beautiful humanoid male came from his shadows, rising from the earth like a mist. He stood tall, carrying long bat-like wings that caressed his back and scarlet eyes glowing in the night.
The cambion stood there, its past life burnt away from its very soul. Confusion and recognition both danced in its eyes. It smiled, a transformational smile, as it fell to a knee before its Master.
Altair tried to find the similar silliness he'd seen in Kirr but felt only a distinctive will to destroy.
