Morris looked like a reflection distilled from death itself; beneath the dull gray robe, that already gaunt body seemed pried open by something, his shoulder blades pushing out razor-sharp lines under the cloth.
His face was even paler now, pale like a sheet of paper just turned up from the ashes, eye sockets so deep they could barely hold those two pinpoints of green fire.
Those two green flames burned quietly in the depths of his pupils, like two extremely fine apertures leading down into an abyss.
A dense breath of death diffused from his body, entangling with the gray mist all around until one could no longer tell which part was mist and which part was him.
A veil of extremely thin black fog coiled around him; that fog crawled slowly along his arms and torso like a living thing, driving back all the gray-white vapors that tried to press close to his body.
Two Level 4 Undead Demons drifted out from a stone corridor to the side, gliding in his direction.
