Black Goku presses his palm to Zarronkamkar’s core, and the void blooms into prismatic fire. Light tears across the dark, making both figures into jagged silhouettes.
Zarronkamkar yields to it, shoulders loosening as the surge drives deep. His body thickens with a new density, each line of him sharpening, hardening.
The change snaps into place with a heavy lash behind him. A tail, new and powerful, whips through the fading glare as if it has always belonged there.
The Black Goku
There. That is closer to what you are.
The light thins. Zarronkamkar stands altered, the same demon and yet not the same, his volatile ki humming in step with the dark-spark token at his side.
Ahead, the open threshold to the tournament waits like a wound in the void. Somewhere beyond it lies the crystal rose, and the strength to reach it now feels nearer.
Zarronkamkar
My body is different. Stronger.