The trembling beneath the Thornspine Mines intensified with each passing moment, ancient rhythms that spoke of things stirring in depths where geological pressure had compressed darkness into something approaching sentience. Lucas felt the necromantic energies he had unleashed resonating with whatever dwelt below, creating harmonic frequencies that threatened to tear reality apart at its fundamental seams.
But the immediate transformation demanded his complete attention. Thorgrim's bound soul writhed within the containment circle as Lucas forced spiritual essence through configurations that violated natural law, the Beast Lord's territorial authority being reshaped into something that would serve vampiric dominance rather than clan loyalty.
