The Artholath clone had to shift his attack to incorporate the blue ball; he countered it with his own aimed right at the yellow energy while attempting to shoot a smaller icicle at Marceline. He had to take her down... quickly. This caused him to lose a pair of minor appendages to Feon's own attack. He roared his anger and sent an arm in the direction of Feon's head.

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The real Artholath, meanwhile, nodded and shifted to his demon form. From there, he was able to extract several souls, and moved over to the unused bodies to insert them. Once they were in, it would only be a matter of sacrificing small portions of his own energy to empower the bodies and souls with the "demonic" feel. They may not become true demons, but demons in power they would be. At least a fitting vanguard to a Demon Goddess...

Those thoughts made him smile. Once that happened, the sheer power Lance's wife would have would no doubt rival that of the Warlords of old, making the wardings on the volcano, not far away, moot.