Abomination

In the dim light, what seemed like a dark figure slowly started to take shape.

It unfurled slowly, its grotesque outline framed by the dim, flickering torchlight.

Jolthar's eyes narrowed as the figure became clearer, stepping fully into view—a twisted, hunched form that emanated malice. The dim light danced across Daurgien's distorted features. His once-human visage had become monstrous, a sickening blend of corrupted flesh and shadow. He no longer appeared like before; his arms and legs protruded like spikes.

Daurgien's head was now two times bigger than it was before, and he moved in the direction of where they now stood.

"You came," Daurgien rasped, his voice echoing unnaturally in the cavern. His eyes glinted like molten metal as they locked onto the group above, his gaze filled with dark amusement.