He had fought the elders, he had screamed profanities at the skies begging to be crowned, and now, against all odds, Mordred began to feel a Change. His heart beating quickly, he rushed into the core of the Pyramid, the structure old and crumbling within.

A feather fell to his feet.

He went cold as he began to feel ripples of itching pain through his skin. Was this what he wanted?

Thick Skin for Mordred, he's enduring his feather change!

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