"Roooaaar!" Zoltan bellowed, his monstrous frame lunging forward. His corrupted claws swung with such force that the air itself tore apart, the pressure striking directly toward Varian and Bellion.
Bellion stumbled backward, his face pale, his lips trembling as he turned to Varian. He had always been cold, always calculating, but even he could not mask the pity he felt in this moment. Looking at Zoltan's twisted body and mindless eyes, Bellion's chest clenched. "Varian," he said quietly, his voice weighted with sorrow, "free him of this sin."
As the words left Bellion's mouth, he raised his hands and summoned waves of dark energy. The power wrapped around Zoltan like a cage, bars of black light constricting the monster in place. Zoltan thrashed violently, slamming his claws and spine-covered body against the bars, shrieking with an animal's madness. The corruption only raged more violently at being restrained, black fire bursting out from the cracks in his skin.
