*Astaroth (Currently melded to #&%?!@ / 1:54)
Level: 50 (44,260,313/98,209,950)
Grade: Special (???)
Stats:
HP: ???
MP: ???
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Even when looking down in his status window, everything that usually showed numbers was currently riddled with question marks. He couldn't even see his own stats!
Strangely enough, he didn't feel like he wasn't in control. He felt fine, aside from the fact he suddenly felt like he could rend a planet in two.
Arborea was looking at him strangely. But he didn't have time to appease her.
The timer next to whatever name that was rapidly ticking down.
Snapping his head toward Teraria, Astaroth could feel the guardian's soul, as clearly as if he was looking through a window. And he felt its anguish and pain.
He stepped forward, intrigued by this new development, and without realizing it, this single step blinked him in front of Teraria.