The cloak Loimos wore was burnt away in an instant, no smoke or ash left to attest to its previous existence, the living felt their like their eyes would pop out of their sockets, whilst the dead were split in between silent affirmation and a similar reaction to that of the livings, albeit, for entirely different reasons.
Maliah restrained One from jumping up like a hare under a lethal dose of adrenaline as the consumption of Loimos's cloak revealed that everything above the waist was left bare just like his skull, revealing the thick, rot-ridden bones, the ribs that seemed to itch to blast out of their spot to crush something in between their maw, the spine subtly filled with black blood, and his powerful arms.
