Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170204155635/@comment-25073873-20170204172819

"Then take this as a reward from me. Nothing comparable to my blood, yet something which will end the suffering and strife" said Archeron with a smile, as he formed a flaming sword of light in his left hand, pointed it at Tristan and extended the weapon, piercing Tristan through his chest.

There was no blood, there was no pain. Tristan would feel like his soul was on fire, but it was just hot, not painful. Something in him was expanding, changing. His bones were cracking, reforming, resphaping, yet it was not painful. It was as if all that conducted magic in his body was servered and reconnected.

Archeron's power wasn't something understandable, but Tristan would know one thing. His body was being reconfigured in a way that he couldn't control.