Lord Bayle stared at his bony fingers that looked like dry branches and then he touched his face with those fingers just to find his cheeks feeling hollow to the touch, as though all of his teeth had fallen off, not only that, the skin that he touched was not like skin at all, its texture was akin to a sandpaper…
"What…" his voice trembled with fear and confusion, he touched his eyes and they were bulging out off their socket. "What… what did you do to me…"
Lord Bayle was about to approach Raine, yet his legs gave away just after he took a single step and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. When his bony kneecaps met the hard stone, it sounded like he had cracked his own bones.
In a matter of few seconds, the magnificent dragon lord was nothing but an old man, who was no longer able to hold himself up, as he looked up at the guardian angel.
"What did you do to me?" his voice sounded like the howling wind, filled with sorrow and fear.
