In the fraction of a second before the three royal blades struck the altar, High Chancellor Malakar made his final, monstrous move. Using the last reserves of his dark occult vitality, Malakar bit down on an alchemical glass capsule concealed within his hollow molar. The capsule ruptured, releasing a concentrated draught of distilled void-oil directly into his bloodstream. A grotesque, supernatural transformation seized the High Chancellor's body. His frail, waxy…
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