The Void Scythe was reborn. It was now a war scythe, a vicious hybrid of a polearm and a reaper's blade, possessing the deadly reach of a trident and the sweeping arc of a scythe. Orion was deeply satisfied with his creation.
At that moment, the last of the Apocalypse Flame was siphoned into the weapon. The raw, soul-stuff of Orion's avatar began to rapidly regenerate, its power surging back with every passing second.
"You wretched insect! Judgment will find you!"
"I curse you with the soul of a Doomguard! You will be hunted by our kind for all eternity!"
"This will not end until one of us is dead!"
Having been compressed into the liquid essence of the weapon, Morvain knew there was no escape. A high-frequency, ear-splitting shriek of a curse emanated from the war scythe itself.
