What once were light-blue eyes have now transformed into gray, lifeless orbs.
Young, fair skin - forced to take on a pale, deathly color.
Old armor, tinted blue... now engulfed by a crimson robe.
A soul and mind with purpose and truth, replaced now with nothing more than a cold, dark emptiness.
Edhelfaron Celebsarn... the warrior left to die.
– Yet blessed and allowed to pass on in the spirit, thus avoiding the dark fate of the black blade shattering, where it would leave behind splinters of shadow and corruption.
As for the body, however, there was no such rest. Once a vessel of light... now one of darkness...
A darkness now bound to a new master, forced to do his will, lest it be cast away forever, never to return.
