Lumberling exhaled slowly, letting the tension bleed from his shoulders. In truth, he had never expected things to turn this way, entangling himself with such beings.
But there was no use for regrets now.
The chaotic energy inside him pulsed, raw and volatile. He could feel it shifting through his veins, a gift, or perhaps a curse. It was the same element that allowed Skitz to absorb spells like water drinking flame, the same venomous power the high priest had infused into his weapons, corrosive enough to melt metal, destructive enough to rot through armor and bone alike.
He turned to Skitz.
The goblin still stood rooted in place, his frame trembling, not from fear, but from the aftershocks of the essence he had just absorbed.
"How is it?" Lumberling asked.
