Garrik too developed six wings, but no seventh eye appeared on his forehead. What he experienced, however, was the perfect form of his life force.
His Tyrant and Fomor sides merged into one, undoing in one second all the damage that the fall of the Balor race had brought upon him and that not even Glemos' experiments had been able to fix.
"Big Brother, please, memorize-" Grabbed Garrik, cutting him short and carrying him to the crib where Orikan and Jirya were.
"Quylla, do your thing!" He was so worried that his children and little brother might miss the chance to merge their life forces in the future that he didn't spare a thought for his own condition.
"Calm down, and focus on yourself!" Quylla wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the power of the elements that she could feel swirling all around her like a warm bath, but her little ones came first. "Garrik, hold the babies tight.
