Skarbrand roared, and the moment of transcendence had come. Khevrak felt the hand of his god reach into his core. The warp broke through the real and began his metamorphosis. His bones flowed with change. They grew longer. They thickened. They twisted. They sprouted new growths. Agony speared his frame. His mouth jerked open in shock. His helmet was suddenly too small. His skull was expanding, pushing against the interior. He grunted and struggled to remove the helmet. It was already too late. The pressure built. He heard cracks. He felt movement where none should be. He took a staggering step
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