The chamber filled with Deepdark as Erebus reached the critical phase of his evolution. His skeletal frame blazed with power as the Dragon Heart's mana flowed through him, systematically refining each component of his undead form. The nine-star skeleton grew denser, more imposing, while his skull expanded slightly to accommodate the enhanced magical capacity flowing through it.
"The refinement is nearly complete," Erebus announced, his voice carrying new depths of authority. "The restored Basilisk Heart is integrating perfectly with the enhanced skeletal structure."
I watched with satisfaction as my first and most reliable undead companion underwent his transformation. The process was methodical, controlled—exactly what I'd expected from Erebus's analytical approach to advancement. Unlike the chaotic power surges that marked some evolutions, this was precise engineering of undead physiology.
"How does it feel?" I asked as the energy flows began to stabilize.
