"Guh…!"
While the Inquisitor focused on healing himself, Luca, in his shadow form, slithered beneath the Inquisitor's feet, reassembling his body into something far smaller—his limbs and torso expanding, his shadow turning into an almost ethereal mist.
Suddenly, the Inquisitor felt a cold chill wrap around his neck.
Before he could react, Luca's form solidified into something far darker than before—a shadowy, twisted version of himself.
He had become a large, ravenous creature, one made of pure shadow, with glowing eyes that flickered with the hunger of his very nature.
Luca's shadow maw opened wide, and with a single, brutal lunge, he grabbed hold of the Inquisitor's arm.
The dark energy he commanded surged through him, consuming the golden light, weakening the Inquisitor's defenses.
His strength surged as his shadowy tendrils coiled tighter around his foe, pulling the Inquisitor closer.
