As Wrath's hand gently cradled the crystal ball, a soft glow radiated from its center and illuminated the dim dingy room. The velvet ruby wallpaper was torn and peeled on its corners; exposing the soggy wooden planks underneath. The light reached its peak of brightness before it died down into its core once again. The witch's eyes turned black as the pupil bled maroon.
She was not the only one who experienced a transformation in their appearance. A mellow fluctuation of temperature enveloped Eros' frame. Tiny piercing cold needles punctured his skin like a prickly rose bush. The color of his countenance brightened up in a mortal sense. His cheeks flushed coral and the dark shadow under his eyes somewhat faded. Though he still held his pale skin tone, there was a human touch to his presence.
