After absorbing the magical energies of the two Royal Mages from the peculiar stones, Prince Markel, who had been utterly suppressed by Edruson until that moment, suddenly threw his head back and released a thunderous roar. A strange transformation swept through his body. His golden hair blazed with an intense, dazzling light, so bright it almost hurt to look at, and his figure slowly began to blur and thin, as though his body were dissolving into a golden phantom that existed somewhere between solid and spectral.
At the same time, two powerful currents of arcane energy surged within him. One burned with fiery red brilliance while the other carried the biting chill of deep winter. The energies swelled and twisted behind his shoulders, and from each side a phantom head gradually took shape.
