Roland looked toward the hoarse call.
Amidst the dust-filled ruins, a familiar figure was leaning against a half-crumbled, teetering stone wall.
It was Graham.
But the Extraordinary Knight's current appearance made him look like a completely different person from the powerful, imposing figure he was before.
The backlash from forcibly wielding the Forbidden Power was plain to see.
Where his body was once covered in hard Scales, most of them had now peeled away, leaving behind large, terrifying burn-like scars. As if seared by a scalding hot branding iron, his skin was a grotesque mix of charred black and fresh red.
In some places, the mangled muscle tissue underneath was even visible, oozing a pale golden fluid.
His hands, which had once transformed into deadly claws, had reverted to their human form. However, they were covered in deep lacerations and patches of keratinous skin that hadn't fully receded. They looked swollen and misshapen, as if they had been brutally remolded.
