Marks On His Skin
Valda made it to the center of the room, and when she saw that they made no attempt in coming inside, she released a breath of relief. She still wasn't aware of whose den she had walked into, but when she glanced at the lavishness of the grandeur, it suddenly dawned on her that she had stepped into a similar space, just like this one before.
But whose room was it?
As if timed, the other door connecting the room to another chamber suddenly opened, and she saw Eryx step out. However, what she saw made her face go pale in utter disbelief, and she took a subconscious step back.
Eryx was wearing a translucent dark robe, with the thin long jacket, and it outlined his physique. He dropped to the ground, as though he could barely bring himself to rise to his feet, and there were…strange black markings all over his toned skin. The black ink seemed to move on its own, their ominous design fading from his flesh, and in a matter of minutes, they were all gone.