Interlude Eight
Exaltoskull's Story
Tyranac stepped back from Exaltoskull, and as he did so, his hands morphed into the shape of swords. Then, with the speed that only the greatest deamon warrior could have, Tyranac lunged forwards, stabbing Exaltoskull repeatedly until the golden black warrior dropped to the ground, his body seemed lifeless, his soul no longer willing to live.
"Only the strongest can survive in the new land. This is the reason that you must become a Deamon Shadow, a reaper. King Axerion is finally bringing forth an army of ultimate power. He plans to destroy the rule of the Elite Ones completely. Even if my creators banished me from my land, it is still my purpose in life to protect them... And my act will come from you, Exaltoskull. Once you are a reaper, you will be able to defeat Axerion and the seven Deamon Lords." Tyranac's voice echoed slightly in the shadowed region of the forest. Moving away from Exaltoskull's body, Tyranac's hands morphed once more, this time becoming a shape of endless wonders, one that seemed to go on forever.
Exaltoskull's body remained limp and lifeless, but as Tyranac approached him, the power emeniating from the shape his hands had formed caused him to move, slowly lifting himself into a standing position. The shape glowed, then flashed, the power level increasing as Tyranac moved closer.
Then the shape and Exaltoskull touched, and Tyranac's hands entered the body of Exaltoskull. Exaltoskull gasped, his body live once again. Tyranac removed his arms from Exaltoskull's body, but the shape and his hands were gone.
"What... What did you do?" exclamed Exaltoskull.
"I have infused you... with the power of the Elite Ones. You are now Exaltoskull, Deamon Shadow, reaper of the Elite Ones!"
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