Successfully, they all crossed the bridge, pouring out a lot of gaspy air in relief. It was as if their hearts frightfully hung above them while they were crossing the bridge, but as soon as they made it to the other side their hearts returned to their chests.
Jadion halted after they stepped on land, then he turned around and walked towards where they all got out from; close to the mouth of the bridge. He took off his shirt and threw it into the obscuring fog, and then he stood erect.
They saw his back enlarged, with several blisters and markings on it, his body was grey and wet. They all gasped and shuddered, sensing danger, they began to move back.
He turned around and revealed his face. He was handsome, except for some patches of burns and scars, crossed on his face. His forehead was creased, his jawline was well pronounced, and his hair flowed down his muscular chest, having protruding veins on it. They all walked backwards in trembling fright.
