Volten stood as an overwhelming presence in the sky, his body cloaked in scales of pure, crackling orange lightning.
He was no longer the sect master who had spent millennia at the precipice of a new realm of power. Now, he had broken free from the chains of the gods, and his newfound strength rippled through the skies.
Yuan Zhen, twisted by the abyss and fueled by the power he had stolen from his own disciples, bared his fangs in a grotesque smile. His once-golden robes were now charred black and fused to his body, his sunfire aura corrupted beyond recognition. The abyss had granted him power with this forbidden spell to drain the life of his own charges, but it had also warped him into something even more monstrous.
