The Dark Blue Goblin Boss encased himself in his crystal armor. It did not form all at once. Blue crystal spread from his wound first, knitting over the torn flesh before racing across his ribs, shoulder, and forearm in jagged layers.
Plate after plate locked into place with harsh clicking cracks. Thick ridges jutted outward along his frame, broadening his silhouette and making him look heavier, uglier, and far more dangerous than before. Blue light ran through the seams. Loose shards across the chamber trembled in answer.
Stopping the transformation was nearly impossible, or at least Martin's party had no clear way to prevent it.
They didn't try to force a new answer.
Instead, they moved the instant phase two settled in. Martin held the center alone while Kill Clause and NukEncore fanned out behind him with practiced precision, already angling toward the section they had chosen earlier.
