The corrupted Saguna's attack was vicious and desperate.
It struck him with claws that materialized from shadow, raking across his chest with enough force to send him staggering backward. Where the claws touched, new corruption bloomed, fighting against his attempt at integration with malevolent purpose.
"You think you can control this?" his dark self snarled, its form becoming more monstrous as panic set in. "You think you can make peace with what you are? I am everything you've suppressed, everything you've denied. I will not be tamed."
The creature that had once worn his face was transforming, becoming something that embodied pure self-hatred. Its limbs stretched unnaturally, its fingers becoming talons of crystallized despair. Where its feet touched the stone floor, the rock cracked and blackened, unable to bear the weight of such concentrated loathing.
