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A thunderous rumble suddenly shook off the little soul, fortunately, along with the staple it was have difficulty in [i]procuring[/i] from the giant's belly. Crunching noises then filled its ears. What happened? It had focused so much on trying to contribute that it wasn't paying attention to the surroundings. Before it can figure out what was going on, the little soul was washed up in a sea of red, completely caught off guard by the dying uproar. It could barely keep itself from sinking, swirling in a jumbled mixture of vicious fluid and blood and organ. Its arms spun and grasped as the soul struggled to find any place within the swirling waves. This was an entirely new experience, though it can't admit any pleasantry about it. Eventually, with enough flapping its arms, the pale soul plopped out from the sewage of blood and organs, floating like noodle in the disgusting crimson broth. The tinge of blood sent an uncomfortable shiver up its spine. Not to mention the smell. It was ungodly, to say the least. It would make a face if it could, vomit even. Wanted to get out of the repugnant organ slush, it thrashed its legs in the liquid as it pushed itself out, using a fatty loop of entrails as a stepping stone. 

It watched wide-eyed at the carnage, observing with a grim look as the monstrosity spluttered and soon went still. It looked down at its own hands in awe and terror, blood stained and shaking. 

Did they do it? Was this the victory they had been fought for? It didn't seem like it...

Upon that thought, a darkness touched its very core, dragging it down with a breathlessness. What was this feeling? It didn't last long though. The heavy feeling was quickly replaced with a sharp pull, a sudden yank of its heart. 

Turning, it saw within the discharged organs of the felled behemoth, a sort of incandescent mush. Was this what was left of their brethren, the dissolved tissue of the countless white corpses? Or the essence of the beast itself? Whatever it was, it felt a swell of power within the blooming bright gel. It seemed irresistible. Crawling over, it peered about the bloody ruin, seeing who else would claim this portion. There was others too, scattered among the bloody remains, so there was no need to fight over it. However, it seemed such a concern was needless. There were only a few who remained after the great battle, the dead and crushed piling around them like gruesome flowers. 

In its heart it felt a bit of sorrow for the brethren. It was not themself, who instigated the battle. It merely followed. So did it really deserve the rewards? 

Despite the dilemma, its own hands reached out without any hesitation. An urge pushed from within. It fought with the flaring sensation that threatened to consume its body, causing the limb to shake and unfurl. But it was too late. Before it could even realize, the little soul was already swallowing the substance, greedily slurping the glowing juice and letting out a sigh of pleasure with its new mouth. It felt warm and content, as if all its troubles melded away, a wide smile cracked across the pale head. Was this what the gigantic Horned glutton felt? No wonder it loved this taste, and grew fat of it. Suddenly, a flash of images struck its mind, too fast and dark to interpret. As it was overwhelmed by these odd pictures, of this gnarled black forest and a group of eerie spirits hidden in shrouds. Its face then started to contort and burn, letting out a steam of smoke, causing the little soul to let out a pained gasp as it buried itself within its hands to bear the unguarded metamorphosis of its mind and body. 

Its body didn't change much, other than growing a little over twice its original size, but a drastic change was happening to its now bulging head. As if growing from the white form, a black bone started to be produced from the flesh, stretching out and forming a mask of sort. One resembled some type of canine creature. Then, out from the animistic shape produced another shard of bone, quickly forming something of a horn. What resulted in the end, was an incomplete identity, the rest of its body left untouched. Maybe this was just the first stage? It didn't know itself.

The soul looked down at its shivering hands, knowing only one word. "Luxek"

Before it could get a ground of its situation, the black world stirred once more, the lava pools across from it bloating like a massive skin boil before popping into a new monster. This one seemed drawn to the remains of the dead slaver, the whiteness that even it could not resist, letting out a grumbling sound as it wadded through the lava towards the glimmering mound. The wings began to flap hungrily, a cavernous snarl chiseling onto the creature's face. 

Another one...? 

Judging by the distance, there was still some time before it would arrive. The masked spirit looked around for any others to ask for their opinion, maneuvering around the bloody cliffside with a learned dexterity that it hadn't possessed before. It had been cast rather far away, but not far enough to reach before the new beast would. Noticing a strange lantern now hung at its side, a familiarity struck its nerves when it made contact, aiming it forth. But it was not a time to wonder, moving about as it shone the pale green light into nearby dark crevices, hoping to find any sort of friendly face. Something told it that it did not matter where it shone, that its light would only reach those they sought. It didn't know how to make of the changes, but one thing was clear. This was definitely [i]interesting[/i].

"Friends, allies, are you there...?" it called in a voice neither male or female. 

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