Cassian took a deep breath.
The exhaustion from the immense energy he expended to maintain his form settled on his shoulders. [Sovereign form remaining time 1 minute 27 seconds]
Nerath, sealed by Chaos Flames, Holy Mana, and Void Rot, was not moving.
Victory seemed to have been won.
But then, in that eerie silence, a grating, choked sound was heard. It was a laugh.
Julian's body slowly, heavily lifted its head.
The sadness in his eyes was gone. Now there was only pure, bottomless, cold hatred and a cynicism as ancient as the universe itself.
"You... mortals..." Nerath hissed.
His voice no longer resembled Julian's at all; it was as if thousands of crushed souls were whispering at once, from a single throat.
"And your these small, pitiful illusions of victory..."
"Did you want this body, mortal?"
Fredrinn, as if sensing the terrible, sudden change in Nerath's mana, screamed in terror: "Cassian, BE CAREFUL!"
