THE SKINS OF THE LORD
"No", I protested to Meera, but she would not give.
She was stubborn and insistent on helping me get through this, even if it meant hurting her.
"Arrggghhhhhh"
Meera's skin was torn away from the forces of magic pressing onto us, preventing our advance to the middle of the mainland. Slowly, even her flesh and organs disintegrated by the magic wind.
"No, Meera", I shouted to her to stop shielding the wind force for me.
What remained of Meera's body was her bones and soon even those would be destroyed by the force of the magic wind.
"Hell, Damnit", Ratatouille said to us as he suddenly appeared before Meera, shielding her and me from the magic wind.
Ratatouille's body was struggling against the wind and like Meera and me, his body would soon be depleted by the friction of the wind.
