Army of Carnage vs The Army of the Heavenly Lightning (18)
The transformation initiated with blinding radiance, an overwhelming force that seared through every fiber of my celestial form. I, Lysander, lost control over the familiar contours of my angelic existence. The luminous wings that had once soared through the heavens twisted into grotesque appendages, and the celestial light that enveloped me warped into an eldritch glow.
As the celestial metamorphosis unfolded, a mass of white flesh emerged where my angelic form once stood. Hundreds of eyes manifested across this grotesque amalgamation, each one a gleaming orb that bore witness to the cosmic horror that had befallen me. My once-pure essence now pulsed with an otherworldly rhythm, an eldritch heartbeat that echoed through the cavernous expanse.