As the flash clears, Lucien is seen on one knee with most of his left side missing, shredded by the blast. A large piece of the dense shrapnel juts out from his shoulder stump, to which he carves out with the heated edge of his katana. He looks to a corpse beside him, a grim look of finality dawning on his face beneath the mask. With a flash of silver and red, the blade is driven into the corpse next to him. Within seconds, burnt tendrils of flesh containing a sickly blue bioluminescence erupt from its open wounds. They seem to be metabolizing, consuming the man and... Feeding his innards to the blade? The burnt tendrils spread rapidly to a nearby body as they creep up beneath Lucien's intact sleeve, flesh smoking and searing as his mutated stem cells create marrow, tissue and more off of the strength of other corpses. All around him corpses are being consumed by the tendrils. Once Lucien's arm grows back, a skeletal and pale limb devoid of pigment, he two-hands his katana and drives it into his own stomach. The smell of burning flesh and brimstone begin to sting the air as a thick miasma of fog begins to cover the area... Temperatures raise, messing with any thermals the soldier could use. Lucien's silhouette is made out just for a moment. Two massive wings fold outwards from his back, an abominable mix between avian and burnt flesh set alight by blue flames. Yet these cobalt fires were tinged by a slight indigo, giving them a more eerie appearance. Two large limbs unfold from his lower back, seemingly an amalgamation of various burnt appendages melded together to form two massive arms. Their claws outstretch with an otherworldly screech, the disgusting open mouths filled with teeth placed all over these massive arms of his. In one hand he held his katana, aflame with devouring cerulean flame. His other, now fully-restored hand had his revolver grasped tightly in it. Just before the miasma enveloped him and hid him from view, he looked like some demented Angel of Eden.