.
.
.
—--------------
/Step…/
Dale took a step forward, still clutching onto Galatine, albeit now, the sword did not vibrate.
For those looking from afar, there was no way to tell what had changed, nor to determine how hurt Dale had become after those mysterious golden bolts of lightning ravaged his body.
Everything was hidden away by his heavy armor, the only sign of anything being awry was the faint bloodstains left behind with each and every step he took in the white sand.
But by looking from within, a bit of the truth was revealed.
His appearance still being mostly the same, albeit now, his forehead possessed a small white symbol imprinted on its skin.
It shone faintly, illuminating his battered face.
Due to the thunder, much of his skin had been damaged, burnt, or slightly charred…
Maybe it was for the best few could see his appearance.
