Mikhailis stood among the goblins, overseeing the collection of the boar carcasses they had hunted. The goblins were unusually efficient this time, driven by the prospect of bringing food back to the fortress and avoiding another bout of the Apostle's wrath. As they worked, Mikhailis felt a sudden rush of energy. His vision blurred slightly, and a strange heat surged through his veins. It wasn't like anything he had experienced before.
"Whoa..." Mikhailis muttered, blinking as he swayed slightly. The world seemed to shift, the colors dulling momentarily before snapping back with a vibrancy that almost made his head spin.
He looked down at his hands, his green, clawed fingers trembling. A tingling sensation spread across his skin, and he felt his muscles beginning to tighten. He clenched his teeth, his entire body feeling heavy, like something was trying to weigh him down. His knees buckled, and he dropped to one knee, his breath coming in short gasps.
