"Is Mr. Shiny all right?" Kevin stood not far from the three of them, and he saw Lyle talking to the ring in his hand, guessing it was some sort of contact method, a magic ring.
"Nothing much, Shiny just lost his way on the other side," Lyle shouted back, trying to reassure Kevin and reduce the guilt from his talent causing misfortune to others.
After all, what's dismemberment to Liches?
The bright lenses of the Plague Doctor's mask were covered with a layer of mist, a product of his own breath and the cold wind of the cemetery. This didn't greatly affect Lyle's perception, but to the other two Liches colleagues, the blurred vision seemed to reflect Mr. Plague Doctor's tainted spirit.
"Shiny shattered, and if he hasn't done any private skeletal modifications, we should be able to find 206 pieces of 'him' at Andrei Academy."
"Guys, what's your choice?"
Helping Mr. Shiny reassemble himself would certainly be a daunting task. Time-consuming and tedious.
