A Balor's soul had been born, but this was only the beginning.
Charles began drawing power, condensing a powerful body for this Balor.
Gradually, beneath Charles's hands, the body of a Balor several meters tall took shape.
This Balor's body was strong, perfect in every respect.
Zarlos, sprawled nearby, saw this and muttered under his breath, "Damn it!"
"What a lucky soul, to be born with such a powerful, such an excellent Balor body."
"I started as a Demon Worm. How many years did it take me to claw my way up to become a Balor? Yet this soul succeeded so easily!"
"I refuse to accept this!"
Hearing that, Charles shot Zarlos a glance.
Zarlos swiftly shut his mouth, though his claws unconsciously vented his frustration, scratching at the floor of the hall.
Charles growled, "Make another sound, and I'll smash your head!"
At that roar, Zarlos immediately stopped all movement, wanting nothing more than to disguise himself as a statue.
Charles snorted coldly, making Zarlos shudder.
He then slowly infused the transformed Balor soul into that body.
This body was a perfect match for the Balor's soul. After the soul entered it, there was not the slightest discomfort.
Flames began burning across the body.
The Balor slowly opened his eyes. His soul memories had already been altered by Charles; for at least the first few decades, perhaps even a century, this fellow would remain loyal to Charles.
When he opened his eyes and saw the towering Charles before him, he immediately dropped to one knee. "My Lord!"
"Christo offers you his loyalty!"
Charles slightly raised a hand. "Rise, Christo."
Zarlos stared at Christo and casually muttered, "Hmph, what a foolish fool. What an unlucky bastard!"
"A pitiful creation."
The next moment, Charles waved a hand, and Zarlos was seized