Of course, nobody else would see Karl's actions as the sane and reasonable way to finish an advancement. Especially when one skill was designed for improving crafting, and the other was dragon breath that would force growth and mutation.
But in Karl's mind, that was what he needed. Just a bit of motivation to pick a form.
Eventually, everything felt like it had stabilized, and all that Karl could feel in the room was his own mana, not any lingering effects of the Trial. That should have been long enough, he decided.
So, he tried heading for the mirror again, but this time he kept his eyes closed and tried to ignore the obvious cues from his body as he walked over.
What the advancement had settled on was truly horrific.
It looked like someone had given a wrath demon an octopus to wear as a helmet. Black and red skin, black boned demon wings with translucent red membranes, and a vaguely humanoid head shape, except that it had octopus tentacles where the hair should be.
