Han gasped, pointing at Rhea's hands. Zeenare followed the gaze, and a wave of pure horror hit him. Her fingers were turning pitch black, the darkness creeping up her wrists. At the same time, her nails were extending and hardening into sharp claws, colored a vibrant, gleaming gold.
No. This isn't healing. This isn't even her transforming. This is changing her into something else. The curse is consuming her and sucking her skin dry.
Zeenare's blood ran cold. The image of the black spreading over her skin felt like a physical defeat.
"Look! The runes!" Mahz bellowed, astonishment ringing in his tone. The rune markings on her skin were now blazing forth, stark black lines spreading and growing like veins of rose thorns.
Mahz sprang up, his expression serious and tight. "She's overloading! The energy has nowhere to go!" he shouted.
He spun to Zeenare. "She needs deep waters! Enchanted deep waters right now! She has to be immersed! Now!" he commanded sharply.
