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The Wizard shrieked, the loudest of all the Hive in the room. The underlings ceased their approach, and receded. She knew what was to come on this day... her power would be remembered as martyrous!

She hurled herself into the Vestige, and as the fire flared it turned to an ungodly white that blinded everything in the room except the Guardians. She was incinerated. The final phase of the ritual was completed. As the Vestige cooled, it slowly turned to a light purple shade. Everything was completely silent.

Then a bellowing roar rang through the cavernous chamber. The pools of water splashed high into the sky, and dozens of enormous bones and hunks of flesh poured out of the water, swirling around the Vestige like a tornado. Once it almost could not be seen through, the bones shot toward the Vestige. At the same time, pieces of flesh assembled on them. Legs. A torso. Arms. Finally, the skull piece moved into position.

Kharot, the Decaying, roared in his maniacal rage. He stood in the center of the Vestige, large enough for him to walk around in. It flared again, as his eye glowed purple. An enormous void beam almost incinerated the Guardians, had they not moved it would have.

Kharot's arm fell off. However, the Vestige propelled the limb back to its rightful place.