Chapter Sixty Nine
With the damaged lock safely stored away, Elrien turned back to his brother.
Azarien was barely conscious now, the removal of his protective lock having drained him nearly to death.
"You wanted to see what I was, are you satisfied?" Elrien said, his voice possessing a dark harmonic that made Azarien flinch and then his eyes began to flutter closed even as his whole skin rapidly started to evaporate with a sickly gurgling sound of flesh boiling.
Without the lock, he should have been dead a century ago, this was better than what he would have to face and so Azarien welcomed the death.
But it never came.
Elrien leaned closer to Azarien, his sudden grip on Azarien's jaw was enough to crack his fragile bones.
