As the deep black fog finally faded, the "Demon Prince Fabudi" was reborn.
But this time, his form was no longer the same.
His four arms shrunk to two. His lower limbs were now wrapped in thick black and red scales and the horns on his head grew long and twisted, coiling upward like the bed of a crown.
"This…" Fabudi muttered, touching the muscles on his arms, trembling with excitement.
Every part of his body pulsed with violent power. It was intoxicating, the surge of strength flooded his nerves and soul until it became difficult to think of anything but the ecstasy of it.
"Hahahaha!" Fabudi roared, his scarlet eyes burning with madness and joy. "Such power! I can feel my desire growing… expanding as my strength rises!"
Across the blackened plains, as the mist cleared, Cillian's figure appeared once more.
