[At the Foot of K'rax]

"And I'll do whatever I can to keep it that way. This... eerr... This might feel strange." K'rax replies before leaning forward to give Raril a kiss.

...

....

Nothing happens?

Huh... That's really strange. Could have sworn there would be some kind of-

A torrential maelstrom of ethereal essence suddenly erupts from K'rax, enveloping both she and Raril as the Eldritch power totally overcomes the protection of the Elder Sign like a flood breaching a dam. Power overwhelming. And all seeking to worm its way into the drow. Fill him to overflowing. Fill him until his frail, fragile mortal body simply vaporizes, unable to contain it.

Power that will latch onto Raril's consciousness, his soul and his spirit. Adhere to him and begin building a new form as directed by his own heart. Building a new body around his naked soul. Not a feeble body of flesh and bone and matter, but something so very much more alive.

K'rax will remain there the whole time, her arms clutched around Raril and her innate connection to the evolution of things new seeking to stabilize and carefully tend to the apotheosis.

[Streets]

A brilliant plume of bio-aetheric essence arcs into the sky, easily visible for miles around. Something weird just happened.

Divaonar, meanwhile, has his mind on other matters.

Namely pouting at Ipholin and yelling back, "He is so!"