"Now… it is time to feed."
Faustina stared at the princess slowly transforming to the man she had seen in her nightmares. The undead princess' rotten flesh gradually transpired into a man's pale skin. Soon her maggot-infested eye became red as ruby and then her height which was about Faustina's grew along with her physique.
Not long after, the undead princess looked exactly as HIM.
The one who had haunted Faustina over and over again.
"My, my. Such a violent young miss." Jonathan says, smiling. "Eula raised such a barbaric young lady."
"I am going to conjure a spell to let her live again. My dear Eula. Ooh, Eula... Eula, Eula! I am going to bring you to your former glory. Necromancy is the key to your eternal life, my love!"
"I can't believe it. A Heilen blood, the king himself, the Sword of Feuersturm. Oh! The prophecies, the prophecies... Eula, Eula... Eula!"
