Johamma's face suddenly paled, seeing the patterns on the body of Lodawg. She was sure now; he was using the dark magic of Rax'ashs. Those patterns belonged to them. It was forbidden in the midlands centuries ago because of its nature.
"A gluttonous golem!" Johamma answered grimly. "He is turning himself into a living golem."
"The forbidden alchemy of those cult bastards. He has sacrificed his humanity for power. He grows stronger by consuming power as much as he wants."
The transformation reached its peak.
Where Lodawg had lain, a monstrous figure now rose—eight feet tall, body like living metal, veins pulsing with crimson energy. Blood seeped from between the bronze plates of his skin, running in rivulets down his massive form only to be reabsorbed moments later in an endless cycle.
The golem that had been Lodawg turned toward them, movement jerky and uncoordinated. Its eyes were pools of liquid crimson, unfocused and bestial.
