The air within the ritual chamber crystallized with power. Reed's transformed body had become a nexus of impossible energies—a living conduit for forces that existed before the world had form. The six artifacts pulsed in synchronized rhythm as they orbited his levitating form, their ancient surfaces crawling with eldritch script that burned the eyes of any who looked too closely.
Blood—goblin blood, evolved and ancient—spiraled upward from the five points of the pentagram, forming a crimson cyclone that merged with the golden-red light erupting from Reed's flesh. His body contorted beyond natural limits, bones cracking and reforming as the artifacts' power reshaped him into something that could, however briefly, contain their full potential.
