"Alright," he said, placing his hand against the knight's armored chest. "My turn."
He activated Midas Touch.
Golden light spread from his palm, flowing over the black armor like molten gold. The Death Knight trembled as the energy surged through it, its dark aura twisting and condensing.
The ground beneath them cracked as the pressure surged.
Mike stepped back as the transformation continued. The Death Knight's body twisted and reshaped itself, layers of dark energy compressing and refining. The crude, undead form was gone—what emerged now looked almost alive.
Its body was clad in sleek black-and-violet armor, smooth and refined like forged obsidian. The hollow flames that once burned within its helmet were gone, replaced by a deep, ominous glow hidden behind a closed visor. A long, dark cape flowed behind it, and around its neck rested a thick mantle of gray, fur-like material that radiated cold authority.
