His body was gone, leaving only a writhing mass of flesh and blood that barely held a human shape.
Celeine, Elarius, and Valerius were not in any better shape.
They, too, had been reduced to masses of flesh and blood.
They struggled to resist, using what little power they had left to maintain their undying nature, preventing their bodies from completely disintegrating.
Then, they looked at each other.
No words were needed.
Three thousand years of fighting side-by-side meant they no longer needed words.
A flash of determination appeared in Aurelius's eyes, a slight smile graced Celeine's lips, Elarius nodded, and Valerius's sole remaining eyeball twitched.
It was a wonder how these tattered lumps of flesh could even make so many gestures.
But move they did.
Their Divine Blood burned. Their will burned.
Four streams of golden light erupted from their bodies simultaneously, merging into a single torrent that rushed toward Cheris.
Cheris was about to counterattack.
