Far below, in the mortal world, the stagnant puddles of water upon Erik's laboratory floor began to ripple. The red roots writhed, and from the depths of those shallow waters, the five divine weapons emerged, each drawn to one of the newly transformed creatures.
The moment they made contact, the air split with the sound of divine resonance.
The lab glowed with an eerie light as Erik's failed creations rose, no longer mere experiments of flesh but vessels now bound to the wrath and will of two gods.
The five beasts, once mere constructs of rage and instinct, now pulsed with eerie sentience. The merging with the treasure had changed themgifted them not only strength but awareness. In the stillness of Erik's laboratory, they stirred. Their eyes, once dull now gleamed with purpose, an echo of the divine intent that had birthed them.
Then came the sound.
