Time is strange in the nightmare realm. It flows very differently, and at the same time, not at all.
The effect on the body varies depending on whether the person has yet to reach physical maturity.
It comes with a fifty-fifty chance. Either one ages in reverse, or they age very rapidly.
Nevi'im and elder horrors are both natural shapeshifters, so they would not be permanently stuck with whatever form the realm forced them into.
Provided that they ever escaped, of course.
"There's progress! Hit him again!"
Straga spread both of his legs in a wide stance.
He kept his arms tucked at his waist and channeled power into his flexed muscles.
The tattoos along his body began to turn a visible golden color.
It took a long time for him to summon the necessary amount of power.
When he was at his apex, his form was almost indistinguishable from a golden sun.
"You're stealing my whole shtick!"
"IS NOW REALLY THE TIME FOR YOU TO BE COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS?!"
