The arena pulsed with chaotic energy as Catiline's form continued to warp and shift.
His once-human visage twisted into something otherworldly, features flickering between man and monster.
Dark matter swirled around him in frenzied patterns, reality buckling under the strain of containing such power.
Judas watched with a mixture of horror and pity, his white aura flaring in response to the growing darkness. "Lucius," he called out, his voice steady despite the cosmic tumult. "You must fight this! Don't let it consume you!"
Catiline's laughter was a discordant symphony, equal parts his own voice and something far more ancient and terrible. "Consume me?
Oh, Judas, you understand so little.
This is transcendence!"
With that declaration, Catiline launched into a series of attacks that defied comprehension.
His movements became erratic, unpredictable, as if two minds were vying for control of a single body.
