The black substance enveloping Falmer's body began to harden and crystallize into scales that gleamed like obsidian gemstones, transforming his flesh into the hide of some twisted dragon. His face was frozen in a mixture of terror and rage, his sword raised stiffly as if he were a forgotten statue from a nightmare. Then, a low, otherworldly hum filled the room, a sound that wasn't from a single voice, but the murmured chorus of a multitude, blending into one.
"The air… the Mana…" The creature that had once been Falmer inhaled deeply, its nostrils flaring as if savoring something long lost. Its eyes, now empty and bone-white, turned slowly to face Henry, Yngvi, and Leier. A guttural growl issued from its twisted mouth. "I smell… the disgusting stench of Solarius upon one of you."
