"Evie..."
Loras's body went rigid, his knuckles tightening bit by bit. Veins coiled like angry serpents on the back of his pale hand.
As he trembled, his purple eyes slowly turned crimson.
Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. As if drained of all strength, he collapsed, his knees slamming heavily onto the ground. He looked like a man whose soul had been torn away. His brow was knitted in agony, and the Star Pattern on his forehead continuously shattered and reformed. Cold sweat trickled down his jaw, and ragged gasps escaped his lips as he endured some immense, unseen pain.
"Evie..."
Finally, his trembling body began to still.
He dug his fingers into the earth with such force that his knuckles threatened to tear through his skin.
He gasped for air in great gulps, like a dying fish struggling for its last breath. The once-brilliant Nine-star pattern on his forehead no longer shone; instead, it looked as if it had been steeped in blood, eerie and grim.
"Hh... Why?"
