Northern gritted his teeth as he watched the abomination grow before him. The creature's body swelled grotesquely, its armor thickening, appendages elongating, and those crimson eyes burning with even greater malice.
The Void tendrils strained, creaking under the immense pressure of the expanding form.
The greedy bastard had just explosively adapted to the little amount of Chaos essence it had absorbed from the sword.
That made Northern question whether it was really okay to let it keep absorbing his essence.
He released the tendrils immediately, knowing that maintaining them any longer would only worsen the situation—he really did not want the monster adapting to the void.
'That would be very bad...'
It had adapted to Black Lance already. Although Northern was thankful that Black Lance was a derivative of Chaos Flame, which essentially belonged to the Chaos flow in his body.