After Na'rajina's soul was absorbed, Jolthar remained suspended in the air above the ancient stone basilisk. The spiritual battle had been won, but the physical transformation had only just begun.
The air around him crackled with unseen energy, the green pillars of light pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
A deafening crack echoed through the chamber as fissures spread across the stone basilisk beneath him.
What had appeared to be solid stone now revealed itself as merely a shell—a chrysalis that had contained something far more primal. The outer layer fell away in chunks, revealing the true form of Na'rajina's physical remains.
