This was a reunion that was neither bad nor good; the two people who were once familiar with each other had become unrecognizable, shedding their mortal forms and turning into those detestable shapes.
Sainy Lotar was like a corpse emerging from the flames, with a nightmare-like form. He smiled at Watson, his voice emerging from that damaged throat, like a dusty gramophone, carrying a raspy friction.
"Your Excellency..."
Watson addressed stiffly, feeling an unprecedented fear, unable to comprehend what she was truly facing.
A monster?
The Sainy Lotar before her could not be considered human; life and death simultaneously appeared on his body, flesh withered and shriveled, yet deeper within strong muscles slowly writhed, the two locked in battle, with no victory declared yet.
And humans?
