As Keres Umbel approached, a dreadful abnormality hounded the air, wrenching at the young lord's torn tunic like a vicious cloud of daggers. Laceration tore at the flesh, muscles, and bones. So dreadful was the presence Altair felt. Simply breathing in the air, he felt like he'd swallowed dozens of needles.
'What is this?' he thought, the earth now a painting of red. From his pores and eyes, a vibrant red shone through his clothing.
Bitterly, bearing the force one could not defend against but rather had to resist, more and more Vale Qi began to protrude from the Prince's body. His once black hair slowly withered to an ashen configuration, nearly reminiscent of his bloodline lineage.
'Fear clouds the mind. It rots the soul, taints the will, and weakens the heart.' he thought, through gritted his teeth. So hard he clenched the gums of his mouth bled.
