Abaddon bowed his head. "Then so be it. Abaddon I am. Summon me when you must."
Elian gave a faint nod… more instinct than a true response.
The Tormentor's form unraveled, the black smoke twisting up like the smoke of a dying flame before it surged straight into his chest.
The air went cold. The desert swallowed the sound of his gasp as the darkness sank into him, leaving nothing behind but silence and the trails of sand against his skin.
He blinked. Nothing had changed. His body looked the same.
[Host integrity restored. Soul synchronization at 97%.]
Usually, after bonding with an entity, a sort of physical change should occur. Like cases of a half-succubus. Or a half snake. Some sort of genetic change was meant to transpire.
But nothing changed. At least on the outside.
His screen popped beside him again.
[Wow. That was… intense.]
Elian exhaled through his nose, unamused. "You think?"
Ding!
[The Constellation: "Hunter of Lost Lines" offers silent applause.]
