Furkan Aldemir looks on with sadness, but also with happiness, because he knows what to come is for the best of all, and maybe even for him, given time. Furkan Korkmaz stands ready and willing, his eyes glistening in the candlelight. I pronounce the ancient words of sorcery, and soon, a ghostly green aura shines around Aldemir, casting its light upon the stone circle. He closes his eyes. As he does so, the aura lifts off of his body, and moves towards Korkmaz, enveloping him. Korkmaz lifts up his arms in jubilation as the apparition sinks into his skin. Meanwhile, Aldemir drops to the cold floor, shaking. The ritual is brief, but potent.
The nickname “The Motherfurker” has been transferred from one holder to another. From Aldemir to Kormaz. From life to death.