Consumed by Darkness (6)

The transformation was subtle at first, a flicker of tone in his voice, the set of his jaw, the quiet intensity in his stare, but soon, it became undeniable.

Day by day, the Rohzivaan that Richmond once knew disappeared beneath the guise of someone else until there was nothing left but a haunting resemblance, not of a brother remembered but of a soul thought long gone.

The shadows clung more tightly to him now as if they knew their true master had returned. His gait, once uncertain in the early days of training, now carried the precise confidence of a seasoned warrior.

Even the war machine, towering and black as night, seemed more alive in his presence, responding to every unspoken command like a loyal hound bowing to its creator. And then, without warning, he made the decision.