Razeal slowly pulled his hand back, his fingers remaining half-curled for a moment as he stared at them. He had felt everything. Eirvanna's hand had been tightly wrapped around his only a second ago, her nails buried in his skin, and then in one horrifying instant he had felt that hand lose all firmness beneath his fingers bones breaking, flesh collapsing, everything almost seeming to melt before the rest of her body exploded apart. Warm blood still dripped from his fingertips. Pieces of flesh clung to his sleeve, his face and his hair, while the strong metallic smell of blood had completely filled the Sovereign Hall.
