Appeared once more? Lumian motioned for Lugano and the others to loosen their hold and inquired of Amandina, "Where is he?"
Amandina's sky-blue eyes locked onto the entrance of the black ancient tomb situated at the terminus of the motionless river.
"He's sitting cross-legged over there."
As the words left her lips, Amandina shut her eyes and turned away. Minuscule protrusions emerged from her previously flawless and supple skin, each on the cusp of rupturing and giving rise to something unknown.
This reaction stemmed from her glimpse of the phantasmal, stagnant river and the ashen-white goat adorned with a golden mask, grappling to traverse the shallow waters.
The pallid goat's limbs, devoid of all fur, were extensively decomposed, exuding a nauseating yellow pus that swiftly encroached upon the remainder of its body.
Under the sway of the Symphony of Hatred, Reaza's wan and frigid countenance surrendered its final vestige of color.
