"Damn it! Why can't I move? Ah! My legs, my legs have turned to stone! What's happening? Waldo, what have you done to me?!"
"No! My legs have turned to stone too!"
"Why is this happening?"
"Ah!"
Panic and extreme fear were written all over their faces as they realized they were immobilized. Their blood circulation had become extremely slow, especially in their legs, which had nearly stopped moving altogether.
Their legs were rapidly turning into hard, cold stone and the petrification was spreading upwards through their bodies.
The half-elf's body quickly became covered in a layer of gray-white. Once this color enveloped his skin, it became exceptionally rough, resembling the coarse surface of a rock. Cracks spread across his skin.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
