Chapter 8: Change
After returning inside, Cal noticed the wolf-men were stirring awake, so he recoated each one with blood and gore. He also noticed the door was no longer sealed by magic, so he broke the lock and entered.
Before walking throughDo you want to hear or to tell this fableDo you want to learn from a blackened angelThat it's not the deeds or the so-called fables, Cal noticed more steam rising from his body, wafting from his wet skin, hair, and clothing alike. He didn't appear to be losing volume, but he still had a sense of losing time. He opened it and walked through.
Ashkennot was sleeping on her bed, somehow unbothered by the shooting, maiming, and lock-breaking that just occurred. Of course, the steam intensified, and he smiled at that. He approached her, seeing a talisman sitting in her hand loosely. Using magic seals for too long must be exhausting for her...or maybe something else happened whatever let's choose.
Cal waved his hand before her face, seeing that she didn't stir and also seeing his hand glow orange. Attempting to poke her nose, he saw his finger turn into a flame. Drawing it back, he watched it turn back to normal before reaching out again. While making his whole hand become a great fire, Cal nodded and moved closer. Eventually, he took refuge on the bed, mounting over and glaring down at the unsuspecting dreamer. His knees, tucked tight against her hips, burned remarkably slow. His hands, planted on either side of her head, burned a bit faster, but not by much. He didn't expect his eyes to burn. The lens that phenomenon gave him was thrilling, but he had one more thing to do. With much of his legs, arms, and some of his body lit ablaze, Cal motioned to embrace her, and he finally burned alone.