Kael flinched, his eyes narrowing, while Rhys instinctively stepped back. Baldur stood firm, but even he looked disturbed. The man let out a long, broken scream, not of pain—but pure ecstasy, as if he was enjoying the torment.
His flesh started to split in thin lines, small cuts at first, but then they tore open wider. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, hitting the ground and nearby guards. His teeth cracked, falling one by one, yet he kept laughing with a voice that no longer sounded human.
Kael muttered under his breath, "What the hell…"
Then his body began to shrivel, like something was being sucked out of him. His limbs bent and twisted like branches in fire. His eyes popped out, dangling by the veins, before falling off and splashing into the blood pool.
