Tears of blood fell from the Boknul's eyes like rain as the whites of his eyes turned crimson.
A flood of Chimh tore apart his crown like a rickety house in a tornado, sending shrapnel of bone and scales everywhere. Morne and Geleb shielded their faces, suffering minor cuts and scrapes as the weaponized defense blew past them.
All the while, the Chimh continued building around the Boknul, gathering for a grand crescendo that would decimate his enemies in one fell swoop. But what he hadn't accounted for was the pain.
The shards of scale and bone had avoided him entirely, but that didn't mean he had escaped unharmed. The bloody tears streaking down his face weren't just for show, his flesh was being shredded from the inside out and blood was gushing from every pore on his body.
He howled in pain and rage, the sound soon becoming a primal roar that sounded like sandpaper scratching on gravel as his vocal cords were torn apart.
All the while, the Chimh never stopped.
