The sudden swell and spike in energy pulled me out of my reverie swiftly as the air rumbled like a boiling pot of water.
Nicodemus rose with a wrathful bellow as his presence became more ancient and deeper — more powerful.
A second deformed wing grew larger until it was of equal imposing size to the first at his back, and a third and fourth twisted horns sprouted from the sides of his head.
Nicodemus's body swole like a balloon, Dark energy raising from within his figure at an alarming rate.
The Red gem embedded in his left chest — Appraisal identified it as some ancient Artifact — surged as the air seemed to twist around it as if being sucked by it.
"[All of you — everything can just ——]"
The Demon seemed to be preparing for a final last ditch attack. It seemed something about Nicodemus had snapped and his disjointed voice that was like twsited growls roared wrathfully through the air.
