Gaspar's yellow Plasma finished spreading across his body.
It covered parts of his arms and legs in uneven layers, leaving the rest of him exposed. The membrane wrapped around his forearms like thick armor and coiled over his calves, while several strips climbed from his shoulders toward his neck. It moved every time he did, tightening and loosening with each shift of his body.
He looked less human now.
Not completely monstrous.
That would have been easier to understand.
He still had the same face, the same blond crescent mohawk, the same smug expression. But the yellow membrane crawling over him made it clear that his Symbiote had become part of him in a way Dullahan had not become part of me yet.
At least not visibly.
Gaspar looked toward the axe buried in the wall behind him.
"You throw your weapon away after one good hit?" he asked. "That is a bad habit."
I did not answer.
My hands were empty, but I still had Dullahan.
