A great general would rather die at the front than behind the lines.
Demigods and gods alike had their pride.
And with the Sword of Night and Flame, a token of friendship, serving as the opening,
the matter was settled especially quickly.
There was hardly any need for further consideration. Radahn was both surprised and pleased, for he had only intended to borrow some fire, not a god.
A defeated god was still a god.
The pairing of the Starscourge and the Fell God might truly prove as brief and brilliant as a shooting star.
And not merely brilliant. With a genuine god supporting him, Radahn might gain enough strength to surpass Godwyn.
Under ideal circumstances, even matching Radagon might not be impossible.
The thought of Radagon brought a faint ache to the spot where his chest had been struck.
"Then it's settled," Radahn said. "Come, dwell within me!"
The Fire Giant howled, reaching out with both hands to seize Radahn's shoulders, the face on his torso facing Radahn's body.
His single eye bulged in a furious glare, and his cavernous mouth opened wide. Flames spewed from both eye and mouth. As the Fell God left his body, the Fire Giant seemed to deflate, leaving the summit in exhaustion to hide.
But those flames did not burn Radahn. Instead, they enveloped his body with particular gentleness.
Radahn felt a searing heat burrowing into his body, the sensation of being roasted growing ever more pronounced.
The snow on the Mountaintops of the Giants melted at a visible rate.
As the temperature rose, Radahn began to feel pain.
"Aaaaah!" he roared.
The flames melted his armor, burning a hole through his breastplate and opening a gap beneath it.
Then Radahn's body began to change. A ball of fire appeared in his chest,