His normal luminous blue eyes were long gone, drowned beneath endless darkness that held no reflection, no light, and no humanity.
Just beneath the corners of his eyes, the skin began to tremble, a slit appearing and parting, revealing two more eyes.
That made a total of four, but it wasn't the end.
The skin on his forehead also began to shake quietly, a slit appearing, with dark blood pouring out, but it never opened.
The following change was his skin, once dark and filled with life, it began to turn pale white and become deathly smooth, drained of all mortal color.
Across his throat and collarbone, thin lines of black spread and vanished, then returned elsewhere.
His fingers grew longer, the nails black, curved, and cleanly pointed, every slight movement of them leaving faint distortions in the air.
Behind him, the shadows rose higher, twisting into wing-like masses that never fully formed, folding and unfolding in silence, and once they flapped as White rose onto his feet.
