Khar'razoth's form began changing, growing, evolving as it drew on reserves of power it had been conserving, that it hadn't needed to use until this moment.
"VERY WELL. IF YOU ARE WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING, THEN I SHALL HONOR THAT SACRIFICE BY SHOWING YOU MY TRUE POWER. LET US FINISH THIS PROPERLY—WITH NEITHER OF US HOLDING BACK."
The Ancient God's size doubled.
Four hundred feet tall now, mass increasing proportionally, tentacles regenerating and multiplying until there were thousands again, the lion-skull healing its fractures through sheer force of will and power expenditure.
Reality bent around Khar'razoth's enhanced presence, space itself warping from concentrated divine authority, the laws of physics becoming suggestions rather than rules in the god's immediate vicinity.
And Satou, his body barely holding together through continuous death and rebirth, his resources depleting every second, his time limit counting down inexorably…
