"Valen? What happened to your face... and what are those voices coming from you?"
The senior warden captain stood holding his drawn steel longsword, his point trembling as he stared at Albrecht's unmasked face.
Albrecht stood near the entrance of the lower basement, his left cheek covered in fresh, red skin that had just recovered from the severe chemical burns.
The chaotic voices of the dead executed souls echoed loudly inside his mind, clashing violently with his consciousness.
"Step aside, Captain," Albrecht growled out in a deep, strained voice, pressing his gauntleted hand against his throbbed temple.
"You look like a demon possessed by blood magic!" the captain shouted, taking a cautious step backward while raising his longsword higher.
"I said step aside!" Albrecht roar
