After the glow had dissipated, Loveday was transformed. His skin had become an even silver-gray, free of the shadows that once clung to his limbs. His frail muscles, clinging tight to his bones, had not been refilled, but the chest within his shrunken body heaved like an engine roaring to life once more, supporting all that he was.
Loveday's eyes were a pure azure, like sapphires set in the depths of his chiseled features.
"There was no need for such gestures, Bishop Raymond. I have already sworn my loyalty to you," Loveday said, looking at the armor on his body that now shone with a metallic luster, a reservoir for Spiritual Energy that had now been filled by the Holy Light. He caressed the bony enclosure on his chest, where a small cluster of shadow was beginning to form. "I already belong to the void, Bishop Raymond."
