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Then, something surprising happened.
The body of the black skeleton exploded into tiny pieces. A vortex of black and golden energy enveloped all the skeletal fragments. But not only that—
The battlefield was littered with the corpses of devils and humans.
And their bones were not spared.
A small portion of them entered the vortex of energy, which continued to fragment and compress the bones at a microscopic level.
This energy vortex kept spinning and swirling for dozens of seconds before gradually slowing down and fading away like smoke.
And there he was.
Drae'mon, in all his new splendor.
His being no longer resembled a mere pile of black bones.
He was complete. He had a beating heart, living and functioning internal organs. A full body structure built no longer from mere bones, but from Osseoth.
But bones no longer made up his outermost layer.
Over them stretched a black fur, shiny and soft as velvet, glimmering in the sunlight.
