"Whatttt the fwuckkkk....
Merciless stood there, bewildered and horrified by the scene unfolding before him. His voice was barely a whisper, the terror of the sight leaving him almost speechless. Hector, who should have been beyond the reach of such suffering, was bleeding; a chilling sight to behold, but what Merciless managed to pull off given Hector's current form still was not as bizarre as his current state.
Hector's current form was that of a wooden marionette, broken into bits as he floated with several others encompassed in a spherical hue of golden light, and Merciless had no idea how Hector had ended up in such a nightmarish situation, to begin with.
But even then, one thing was abundantly clear: this was not something one encountered every day, and even if it were, it would do nothing to diminish the sheer horror of the scene.
