The party stood completely stunned in the rubble.
"Yeah... I would be screaming too if that happened to me," Flinn muttered, swallowing hard as he stared at the bloody trench Lexel had carved. But beneath the rogue's nervous quip, his mind was racing. It's weird, though. The rate he's gaining strength... it's way too fast for the norm. It defies every physical law. He's not just a powerhouse. He's... an anomaly.
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Atop his warhorse, the King of Belrath recoiled, staring at his ultimate weapon in absolute disbelief.
The towering knight was physically tearing at his own helmet, his massive iron gauntlets scratching desperately at the featureless steel visor. The corpse was having a complete, violent mental meltdown.
What is going on? the King's mind screamed in panic. This is impossible!
