Forest Dweller
FINAL BATTLE: STAGE 5- Pure Form Awakened
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Elos is different now. His old skin is gone, a pool of blood below him. A different, hazy gray covering has replaced his old shell, his eyes a cold blue. His entire body looks to be on fire, but the fire is not red. It is composed of countless different colors, each flame spiraling his body and flying off in different directions. He claps softly, smiling.
"Very good, very good. Two out of three. But, as they say, the third time's the charm." He lets out a slur of words in the language that the being in space used, and this time you understand it clearly. It seems he was watching you the entire time.
"Are you ready?"
You nod, calmly. You must not show fear.
"Very good. You've learned Tel- The Eternal Language. Your mental capabilities are now enhanced, to be able to comprehend it. Of course you could never hope to speak it-"
"Get to the bloody point." You hiss, annoyed. Elos narrows his eyes, his smile fading.
"Very well. This is my true form." He motions to what you see before you. "And my final weapon. Survive this assault, and I will become vulnerable enough to finish off. But surviving this assault would be like defying fate- and since you are content on doing just that... let us begin."
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Elos is different now. His old skin is gone, a pool of blood below him. A different, hazy gray covering has replaced his old shell, his eyes a cold blue. His entire body looks to be on fire, but the fire is not red. It is composed of countless different colors, each flame spiraling his body and flying off in different directions. He claps softly, smiling.
"Very good, very good. Two out of three. But, as they say, the third time's the charm." He lets out a slur of words in the language that the being in space used, and this time you understand it clearly. It seems he was watching you the entire time.
"Are you ready?"
You nod, calmly. You must not show fear.
"Very good. You've learned Tel- The Eternal Language. Your mental capabilities are now enhanced, to be able to comprehend it. Of course you could never hope to speak it-"
"Get to the bloody point." You hiss, annoyed. Elos narrows his eyes, his smile fading.
"Very well. This is my true form." He motions to what you see before you. "And my final weapon. Survive this assault, and I will become vulnerable enough to finish off. But surviving this assault would be like defying fate- and since you are content on doing just that... let us begin."