The cocoon convulsed as Erend's blast tore into it and an unholy roar split the air. The roar was so loud that even the debris in the distance air seemed to recoil.
The noise was a mix of agony and fury. It echoing through the broken world. Shards of blackened flesh and molten crimson veins burst outward from the cocoon, scattering across the battlefield.
Each fragment that hit the ground ignited into small eruptions of corrupted energy that immediately spewing out foul smoke that reeked of rot.
Zerathul's scream became deeper and more guttural, as the cocoon ripped apart from within. His body began to emerge. After what he had suffered he now looked twisted because it was just half-formed, and blazing with chaotic light.
The silhouette of his tentacles stretched outward and dripped with corrupted essence.
