Noble Silver

The stripes and strange symbols grew more and more on the Rakshasa's body. Enough of them appeared that no more silver was apparent on the Silver Rakshasa's body. Then soon a small crown of silver appeared on its long xenomorph head.

Its long arms became more robust and leaner, and he looked like a lot less like a silver rakshasa and more like the Noble Rakshasa at the bastion.

It roared and screeched as it became more and more powerful, enough that several inscriptions began snapping and breaking apart no longer weighing on it.

Soon it was able to stand up but only barely as it struggled to keep its balance.

"Soft…skinned ones…" it muttered through grit teeth.

"Hmm, it is capable of speech," the Dusking Sun said.

"We'll consume you as we did to those before you, struggle is futile… Die…die…die for us, die…" it said as it was trying to move toward us.

"Lot of hatred in this one," I said.