Edward was in a bad shape, very bad. Not only had he just been forced awake after enduring the bitter cold of the brutal planet... He was put to work the moment he woke up, unable to even feel his limbs.
"How... much longer?"
He was running out of whatever power he used to fuel his golden flames, and now even his robust physique, second only to Alan and Alexander's was as thin as a toothpick. How it could change so suddenly was a mystery.
The section of the walls upon which they stood had undergone a striking transformation. What was once a pristine, unblemished white was now an unsettling and grotesque sight, resembling nothing less than the chilling remnants of frozen blood and dark, ashen soot.
Alan had used everything flammable in his inventory, even going as far as to burn the extra sets of clothing he had. They were a precious resource. Every time he transformed, ordinary clothing would get ripped apart.
