For this sudden change the High Priest of Rot stared in horror.
The acid of his [Ocean of Rot], a conceptual power capable of dissolving legendary mythril, was evaporating.
It hissed and screamed as it touched the white-hot aura radiating from the figure walking toward him.
King Durin was no longer a Dwarf. He was a silhouette of blinding, molten white.
His beard was a wreath of plasma. His skin was living metal, flowing and hardening with every step. He had absorbed the entirety of his Forge Domain into his own body.
"Stay back!" the Priest shrieked, summoning a tidal wave of necrotic sludge.
However, this time Durin didn't dodge, he walked straight through it with a smile on his face.
"haha! Is that all you got water boy, I can't believe I let you get to me before"
"After this, I need to drink as much as possible and forget this whole ordeal"
