Nikolai thought that he must be mistaken, as the Holy Powers were the bane of the undead and Dark Beings. He walked forward, despite his instincts screaming for him to run away.
Just by standing in front of the lich's ashes, which radiated Holy Powers, Nikolai wanted to vomit his guts out. Something within him wanted to break free from his body and run away.
'Can it be that I am already...' Nikolai reached out his hand toward the holy light, and his finger sizzled as cracks appeared on his skin. 'No longer human?'
Nikolai retracted his hand with furrowed brows. Sweat drops rolled down his face from the excruciating pain he felt. He clenched his teeth as he walked away from the Holy Light toward the comfort of Val's statue.
[Thou are hither, mine chosen one.]
Val spoke to him as Nikolai stood in front of the statue. The sound was ancient and cold as if death itself was talking to him.
