Over the last two years, Vayarel had mostly recovered from his injury; thus, for Dark Emery to possess the body, he required the full consent of the Grand Magus.
This time, Emery's soul did not grant many new benefits to the body—yet it carried with it the full power of Khaos.
A tide of shadow swelled across Vayarel's frame the moment Emery entered him. The black mists coiled over his arms, swirled around his shoulders, and pooled along his legs, cloaking the three-cosmos body in a writhing shroud. Within moments, wounds began to knit themselves together at unnatural speed. Torn flesh sealed, bruises faded, and the weary tension in his movements vanished.
Void Blade formed in his grasp, and without hesitation, he hurled himself into the fray once more, striking down the undead with surgical precision.
