Dragging him for about five hundred meters, he placed him in a relatively open patch that lacked many trees.
"You shall become a warning sign to the world for those who want to participate in something as vile as Body Enchantment." She seethed.
Blood flowed out of the cuts on her palm and started forming a structure.
A crimson altar formed from her blood and she threw Logan on it.
Forming a blade in her hand, she thrust it into the hole she had made with her hand.
Logan's world went black.
Minerva turned away and failed to see Logan's hair turn black.
Pulse after pulse of world energy left Logan's body as his white hair turned black.
Streaks belonging to all elements appeared in his hair.
Minerva stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Logan.
She tilted her head to the side.
"Now that's interesting. You aren't meant to lose your hair color and gain streaks when dying." She pondered aloud.
Waving her hand, spikes grew from the altar and impaled Logan.
