*without another word, I withdraw the Reaver; pull the folds of my cloak down, revealing my missing lower jaw, and more importantly, my vampric fangs, which start to glow as I begin to draw the souls of those around me in*
*wakes up in the Spectral Realm; completely and utterly alone in a twisted parody of the world around me*
An inconvenience to be sure. Ah... there's a corpse over there... not as damaged as my own at least.
*walks over to the corpse*
Hmm...
No matter.
*shifts my spirit into the other corpse, shifting back into the Material Realm in the process; drags the corpse out of its grave; and through an effort of will, alters it to match my previous form*
You are quite easily broken, Raziel. Perhaps you need to reinforce that body you hold now. Some steel reinforcement, perhaps some upgrades. Maybe even some flesh and blood put in place.....
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