Time to put that potion to the test!
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For the first time, they got a glimpse of what might’ve been closer to Elzhan’s original form. He was definitely canine-like in appearance, albeit with a dark mask-like marking across his face. The colors were faded, as with most ghosts, but it seemed like most of his fur was a dirty brownish-yellow color, aside from the black bands on his face, ears, and arms. However, there was a large glowing red mark across his throat. There were unnaturally long claws on his fingers, and a hazy dark aura surrounded him. And his eyes were still deep black voids filled with those familiar soulfire pricks of light. And they were staring intensely down at the konuul.
“Well done. You have come farther than anyone else,” Elzhan said, his voice even more distorted than usual. “Surrender now and go with my respect and admiration.”
Lykou narrowed his eyes and smirked, clenching his fists again. “Nah.”
The revenant glared at him. “...a true warrior’s death it is, then.”