EPILOGUE

Epilogue:

Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers.

The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.

Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight.

Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.

His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under.

His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava.

The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.

The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch.

Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste