His eyes wide open and his irises not touching the rim of the eyelids, his glare pierced through space to observe the monster from head to toe.
It lasted about five seconds.
Five seconds during which his mouth was open, gasping for air in a hissing whistle while every detail he could pick up was absorbed by his mind.
He could only compare the living corpse to the undead bird that had accompanied until now and he saw so many differences he could not list them all.
First, the amount of magicules bubbling out of it was so important it created a cloudy layer he had to ignore to continue examining Uther. It looked like a dense purple fume that oscillated in waves along with his moves. Its source came from the center of the body, where the mageroot should be.
The magicules mimicked something being consumed. They parted ways toward the sky, toward the hundred of places the arrays were placed above the capital.
