Knight's Sacred Burden
The floor beneath them started to crack, and the very air grew heavy with the weight of raw, volatile alchemy.
"Kael, wait!" Julian shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the fluid.
"Go!" Kael commanded, his voice booming with a power that vibrated the very foundations of the palace. "The floodgates, Julian! Now!"
Julian took one last look at his friend. The obsidian was spreading now, moving up Kael’s neck and chest, consuming the last of his humanity in a brilliant, terrifying display of light and shadow. Kael wasn't just a man anymore; he was a conduit of cosmic proportions, a living bridge between the sickness of the world and the void that waited to swallow it.