The tunic Uriel had been wearing burst to ashes just as his shell cracked and then crumbled, leaving him seated cross-legged like a bleeding mannequin of exposed flesh.
The aether in the room thickened, turning into a fog of dark silver and deep shades of red that infused into the very essence and fabric of his flesh, filament by filament.
The silver essence sank into his flesh, then into his organs, and all the way down to his bones as the gems in his belly exploded with power, remodeling him from the inside out while the reverse happened externally.
SHAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
In a blink, his skin returned, his shells clamping over his flesh one after another in quick succession as his blood rushed through his veins so rapidly he seemed like a steam engine, his body radiating terrifying heat.
RUMBLE!
