The black energy expanded around Donaero, increasing his size as the trees themselves seemed to part, making way for the merging of the Old Keeper and the slain Level Three Boss.
Trent cursed under his breath, bending his knee as he interlocked his own hands and fingers in the familiar sign to [summon] his own Level Three Boss, either Hazula or Morveth. 'I wonder which sister this one is,' he mused, trying to visualize the Dungeon that birthed the Boss and all the dangerous features it contained. His thoughts briefly wandered to how Donaero had likely conquered—and fucked—both earlier forms before finally defeating the third. "Hypocrite," Trent muttered, disgusted by the thought, as the Old Keeper's [summon]ing Manifestation reached its peak of completion.