Blake's Amazing Growth
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The Necromancer looked into the distance, as he saw his army of Undead finally breaking through the barrier. At his side there was the last Death Wyvern of the two, as he smiled and patted the Undead Beast's head.
"See? It wasn't so hard. I had to give them a little push." He said with a smile. "I have not been growing stronger these last decades for nothing."
His hand slowly began to change, as the skin over it began to peel off and turn into small dry particles, revealing the dry muscles surrounding the white bones, which also began to peel off. He smiled, looking at his skeletal hand.
"The transformation is almost complete…"
Within his chest, his Spirit Orb began to tremble, emitting large quantities of spiritual essence and death and phantasmal energy…
"After I devour a few more souls, I should be able to finally awaken my truest potential…"