86 A Farewell

Aldrich paused, his spiritual body watching unblinkingly at the bright white light. That light, though warm, though so very welcoming, felt odd to him. It felt strangely…alien. The coldness of his own soul, of the deathly energies that he harnessed, felt much more at home with his heart than this.

But the repulsed sensation within Aldrich quickly dimmed away as his spiritual eyes beheld the forms of his friends once again. They were whole, too. No longer was their flesh rotted and bloodied, it was unwounded and whole and warm.

Their eyes looked at Aldrich with focus, not with bleary dead blankness.