Duncan placed his hands on Damien's chest, fingers splayed over the web of scar tissue that marred the once-flawless skin. The wound as a result of Blake's devastating attack, was a grotesque masterpiece of raised welts and discolored flesh, spanning from Damien's left shoulder to his ribs. Tendrils of corruption, visible as dark veins beneath the skin, pulsed with an unholy rhythm.
As Duncan's power surged into him, the world exploded into agony. Damien arched off the altar, a scream tearing from his throat. It felt as if every cell in his body was being torn apart and reassembled. Wave after wave of pain crashed over him, each one threatening to sweep away his sanity.
