Silas' cry of shock was almost comical, his single eye was bugging out of his head, as shock and disbelief clouded his mind.
The red crystals that were the sign of the Archmage's fury on his body, were beginning to grow and supplant his flesh, his cries grew shrill as the crystal devoured his entire legs and he watched in shock as his member fell off before being replaced by smooth red glass.
He tore the remains of his clothes from his body, as he watched the crystal consume his abs and his chest, and quickly surged up his neck.
"Great one, why…"
He was silenced by the crystal shield that once protected him from the Tier 5 spell snapped shut like a vice, covering him up and blocking his voice, the crystal began to transform what was left of his flesh into glass.
The last thing he heard was a cold female voice, "You failed me dog, my hounds found nothing and time has passed, now I take matters into my hands…"
