Call it a terrible sequence of events, that is what all of it had become to the warrior. A man trained for battle, now a liability, succumbing to terrible waves of pain and transformation in his body. Battles with witches could have consequences, but who knew it could have an outcome such as this? His lieutenant did not hesitate to go to his aid at first signs of something wrong. The world around them was at war, brothers-in-arms fighting against the cackling witches who charged like phantoms in the Blood moon's glow.
The man's state was hidden out of sight for moments beneath metal plates, but that was soon gone as the spell was set in motion in his body. He was helped out of sight, a room barricaded for delivery of life amidst all the chaos.
------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments? Why his hair different in the drawings? I might explain, might not idk. It's from december, and I just didn't get around to posting it due to not knowing how to write. That and idk I want to draw and write about this stuff but feel like I shan't. AAh