I stood on the mountaintop, letting the memories of the hybrid ape flow through me. He had always been a fighter, angry and proud, getting himself into danger time and again.
His ego drove him into fights he didn't need, yet somehow, luck had kept him alive more times than I could count, barely escaping death each time.
But his luck finally ran out. The corrupted soul had taken over, twisting him into an abomination.
I watched it all silently, letting the memories of his past sink in, feeling both his anger and his determination.
After a few moments, I opened my eyes and focused on the connection I had just forged. "Come out," I whispered.
Crimson mist surged from my heart, spilling across the ground like smoke rising from a smoldering fire.
It coiled and twisted in the air, thickening, swirling, until it began to take shape.
