A red aura appeared over his white-furred body. He rose from the ground when he shouldn't be standing. He had broken bones in several places in his limbs. Some patches of his skin are flapping loose, and some of his organs have come free. His body is nowhere capable of performing the feat of standing.
He should be crippled by pain and the actual physical disabilities that he has acquired this night, but his mind is too worn out to care. Besides, that doesn't matter anymore. What does it matter if the structural integrity of his entire body has been severely compromised when he has power?
He has power, and that is what he needs. He sacrificed the lost skin and organs for power. He doesn't need them, just like the dead do not need their organs. His body became lighter as death force accumulated within him. He became a literal dead man walking.
