A shockwave of green, corrosive energy blasted outward. Thauren grunted in pain, his boots carving two deep trenches in the limestone gravel as he was knocked backward fifteen feet, the leather over his breastplate smoking and blackening from the acidic touch.
"If the old relic won't give me the tribe, I will build a new one over your corpses!" Thorne screamed, his arms spreading wide as he threw his head back toward the sky.
SCREECH!
A terrifying screech echoed from Thauren's body, but it was not human.
The atmosphere around Thorne violently warped. The air grew heavy with the rancid, sulfurous stench of decaying marshes. From his sun core, a massive, semi-translucent manifestation of raw essence exploded upward into the heavens.
It was his materialized spirit.
SCREECH!
A foul, suffocating, sickly purple light burst from Thorne's spine.
