Its handsome face twisted with surprise that bordered on outrage. Its hyena face snarled with fury that something dared to challenge its dominion over this corrupted space!
Four eyes blazed as the creature roared in response, crimson beams of light forming around its massive form.
The beams shot upward to meet the descending lightning.
Corruption met sovereignty in explosions that shook the very fabric of the skies, crimson and gold clashing in patterns that left afterimages burned into Masamuk's vision.
And at the same time, Masamuk saw something else forming.
Above Damian's lion head, golden light began to condense into a new shape. It spun slowly at first, energy weaving itself into patterns that every Noble Beast would recognize. The construct solidified, becoming more defined with each passing heartbeat.
A crown manifested floating above the Tokoloshe's transformed skull.
