Without the link created by the Thul with its flesh magic, there would be no way for me to push the power of Titan's Marrow into the body of another creature, but this demon had a malleable flesh, and even its magic seemed expressly designed for transformation, but a door opened both ways… I had learned this lesson well enough when I wore the Title of Death Consort.
I reached through the bite into the dense reforged knot of its body and attempted to remodel it. I did not know what I was doing, but I did not have to know; doing this the wrong way would be equally as effective as doing it the right way in this situation.
Trying to mimic its flesh magic as much as possible, I pushed my Marrow into its malleable flesh, and I told its flesh to take a new shape, the way it had tried to tell mine.
