Abyssborne

Fedlimid's blood surged through his veins as he took the deepest breath he could manage, each inhale filling his lungs until they burned. His body locked tight, muscles constricting to the point of near immobility, as if every fiber of his being was preparing for something far beyond what he had already achieved.

The transformation he had undergone, the melding of his magic and flesh, was no longer enough.

He had to push beyond it, stretch the limits of his power, until there was no choice but to break through.