King Griswald grabbed Erebos's hand in a firm handshake as the two souls swirled around his arm, detaching from Erebos and crashing into Griswald's chest. He stumbled back, buckling to one knee, gripping his chest.
"What is this surge? It... it feels like my heart is about to explode," he gasped.
Erebos smirked. "You are simply ascending. In a sense, it is almost like you are experiencing death for the first time and severing your connection with an innate crystal."
Moments later, King Griswald buckled to both knees, his hands gripping the ground beneath him. Flames began to circle around his body, burning his flesh off as he screamed out in pain. The searing heat was unbearable, his skin blistering and charring as the flames consumed him.
Internally, he heard a voice echo in his mind, "You who I blend my soul with, stand up and be strong!"
