[A Fragment of Justice Sparks a Seed]

Magic pulses through scattered fragments, stronger now in familiar soil. The Field of Broken Banners remembers its fallen, the final battle where twelve legions made their last stand against the Demon King.

Their bones lie deep in blood-rich earth, each one marked with the memory of that single, devastating day.

The ground trembles, recognizing its own. A femur breaks the surface first, yellowed and scarred with runes of ancient warfare.

Then vertebrae rise like standing stones, each one carrying echoes of different moments in that final charge. Ribs follow, curved by memories of shield walls that broke.

Bones call to bones beneath the earth, drawn by ancient purpose. Lonely fragments merge with these new bones, magic binding them into proper shape.

The ribcage forms around a hollow core where the memory of that last battle lives. Vertebrae lock together, remembering their curve.

Arm bones seek their sockets while leg bones plant firm in earth soaked with the blood of twelve thousand souls.

Armor fragments surface next, pieces of ancient plate and mail that shattered when the Demon King unleashed his power. They remember their purpose too, sliding into place over reassembled bone.

I flex restored fingers, testing the strength of these new bones. Familiar, yet each piece holds memory of that final day.

Magic surges through restored bone, metal calling to metal. My sword, shattered in the battle with the Duke of Hell, begins to reform.

Shards of steel rise from the dark soil, orbiting my outstretched hand. The fragments align, edge to edge, pommel to guard.

But they do not simply rejoin.

The metal transforms as it fuses. Steel becomes something older, darker, the color of starless nights.

Runes etch themselves along the blade, glowing with the same blue-white light that burns in my hollow sockets.

The sword remembers more than its original form. Aeternus. Not just a word of power now, but a name given form.

The blade settles into my grip as if sword and wielder share the same ancient purpose.

I drive Aeternus into the dark soil, calling to the bones of those who fell in that single hour when the world broke. Not just their deaths, but their promises. To protect. To avenge. To ensure.

The bones settle into familiar form, but something deeper pulses through the Field. Justice's lingering power stirs ancient memories, offering more than simple reconstruction.

These fragments could become something greater.

These are no longer merely borrowed bones, animated by desperate need. They are chosen bones, selected by the very ground that bore witness to humanity's last stand and the desperate justice that could not intervene.

[Ancient Power Resonates: Field of Broken Banners recognizes its own]

[Warning: Form Evolution Available]

[Choice Required: Path of Reformation]

I kneel in soil soaked by that final battle, feeling the pulse of ancient power through every fragment. The Field whispers with countless voices - not different battles, but different moments in that last desperate charge.

Three distinct currents flow through the ground, each pulling at these assembled bones with different promises.

The Legion's path offers the combined strength of twelve thousand who fell as one. The Champion's current calls with the power of those who stood in the vanguard.

But the Monster's path... it pulses with something older than human warfare. The Demon King reshaped the world that day. Perhaps defending what remains requires similar transformation.

The choice becomes clear. Legions fell before his power. Champions broke against his might.

Only by becoming something beyond human limits can these bones hope to face him again.

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[Path Selected: The Monster's Path]

[Warning: First Evolution - Further Transformations Required]

[Note: "To defeat gods, become more than they expect"]

The truth resonates through these borrowed bones. The Legion was not enough - twelve thousand souls fell in a single hour.

Champions shattered against his might. Even the ancient wyrm whose bones I claimed proved insufficient.

This must be merely the beginning.

The transformation starts with acceptance. These are no longer borrowed bones, but chosen ones.

Like the wyrm bones before, they reshape themselves to something greater. But this is just the first step.

Dragon vertebrae emerge from battle-soil, called by recognition of what these bones must become. They merge with this frame not as borrowed pieces, but as willing transformations.

Ancient scales surface next, fusing with armor that remembers mankind's last stand.

But more awaits. The Field of Broken Banners holds memories of things that died defending humanity before kingdoms rose, before crowns were forged, before armies learned to march.

Their essence calls to these fragments, offering power that breaks natural law.

[Evolution Progressing: Transcendence Begins]

[Warning: Further Paths Will Open]

[Purpose Unchanged: Protect Through Transformation]

Something stirs in the soil beneath Aeternus's blade. This is just the first rebirth.

To face the Demon King again, these bones must become more than just monster, more than just guardian.

They must become something new.

Bones bind to bone - not gently, not naturally, but with deliberate force. The remains of fallen soldiers fuse with my frame, but they do not simply join. They transform.

Femurs elongate with cracking purpose. Ribs expand and thicken, forming a cage that could shelter lesser beings.

Vertebrae stack higher, each one reinforced by the essence of those who fell here.

[Form Changing: Skeletal Frame Expanding]

[Warning: Natural Limits Exceeded]

[Note: "First Step Toward Transcendence"]

My frame grows beyond human proportion, but not randomly. The bones shape themselves into something that remembers battle-forms.

Shoulders broaden to bear the weight of greater armor. Arms lengthen, built to wield weapons that would break mortal frames.

Legs thicken, planted like ancient tree trunks in blood-soaked soil.

Dragon bone and wyrm scale merge with this new form, not as mere armor but as natural growth. The plates flow like liquid bone before hardening into overlapping scales that protect expanded joints.

Spikes of ancient ivory erupt from shoulders and spine, turning this frame into a weapon itself.

Aeternus responds, the blade growing with its wielder. What was a longsword becomes something more - a great blade meant for giant's hands, yet still perfectly balanced for this monstrous new form.

The runes along its length pulse brighter, spread further along dark steel.

When the transformation completes, dragon scales and wyrm bone form natural armor across this massive frame. Plates overlap, ivory spikes thrust from shoulders and spine.

Not the elegant horrors that serve demon lords, but something far more primal. A monster shaped by the need to protect.

[Evolution Complete: Titanic Frame]

[Form: Armored Giant]

[Warning: Further transformations will build on this foundation]

My new frame remembers the ogre that knights once fell, the giant monsters who once raided human settlements.

I flex fingers now thick as sword hilts, testing the weight of this enhanced frame. Each movement carries new purpose, not just the borrowed memories of fallen soldiers, but the combined strength of greater beings.

The bones remember how giants tore down castle walls.

Yet this is not completion. The pull of ancient power still tells of further changes to come.

Aeternus pulses in my grip, its transformed blade now properly sized for this titanic frame. The runes along its length glow brighter, as if recognizing this is merely one step toward something greater.

Like the sword, these bones must evolve further to face what comes. It is the first step on a longer path.

These new bones must still become something new entirely. Something that can stand before the Demon King not as a mere guardian, but as a force of nature itself.

The transformation has begun, but it is far from complete.

I feel the changes ripple through my enhanced frame as ancient power settles into these transformed bones.

Knowledge floods through my hollow skull as new abilities manifest.

[Prior Skills Altered]

[Multiple Level Gains Registered]

[Class Evolution Complete: Titan Grave Knight]

The transformation settles. I tower fifteen feet above the blood-soaked soil, twice the height of mortal men.

Not just a guardian of the dead, but a lord of death itself. These bones remember what they once were, but have become something entirely new.

My skull could rest upon Haven's battlements, my reach long enough to sweep defenders from its walls. Yet this frame is built to protect those walls, not breach them.

Aeternus properly sized for this titanic frame. We are bound together now, blade and bone, another step towards newer purpose.

The Field of Broken Banners stills, a deeper silence settles. The very ground seems to acknowledge this transformation, ancient soil still calls, but no longer responds.

There will be no more renewal. I have become all their wish.

I rise to my full height, towering over the battlefield where humanity made its last unified stand. My new frame casts a longer shadow now, bone-plate armor heavy.

Each step leaves deeper impressions in the dark earth.

I incline my skull toward the field - a warrior's gesture of respect. These bones were freely given, transformed by necessity and ancient purpose charged and changed.

I go forth once more.

Haven's walls rise in the distance, still the same height but now seeming smaller against my enhanced frame. I begin my approach, each stride covering ground that would have required three steps before.

The Field remains unusually quiet as I walk. No shadow hounds emerge from the mists. No banner wraiths form around fallen standards.

Even the eternal echoes of that final battle seem muted, something fundamental has changed.

The walls of Haven await and beyond them, seventeen souls and many others who still need protection.