It didn't take long until the reaper's burnt looking fingers crumbled and peeled like ashes from its skin to slowly reveal its bones. The sight was blood-cuddling for humans but not to Ian and Maroon who seemed to be used with such a sight. Bellow the reaper's green eyes their skin had turned scaly for the half of his entire face geared the same texture. When he tried to use pull his scythe his eyes widened only to slowly realize he can't use his death scythe! His face morphed in horror with his state in peril. The night had turned cold to the reaper on Ian's clutch.
"Don't tell me you used black magic to move your soul to a different body?!" The reaper tried to find solution now on how he should escape from the unknown creature while making conversation to buy himself some times but Ian wasn't going to entertain his answer.
"Maybe?" he chuckled, "Reaper, what do you know about ghosts?" Ian asked with a kind yet eerie smile twisting his lips.
