Dance of flames - 3

"I can't believe I am using my forbidden magic against such a young child," he spat.

Jaegar had a bewildered look on his face.

The fabric of Reemush's shirt lay in tatters upon his body, torn asunder by unseen forces. His once unblemished skin now bore the sinister mark of writhing black tentacles, snaking their way across his chest and arms with an unsettling, unnatural fluidity. As if driven by some malevolent will, they extended their reach even onto his face, obscuring his features beneath their dark, twisting embrace.

Jaegar's gaze locked onto the spectacle before him, his senses tingling with a mixture of awe and apprehension. The air seemed to crackle with an uncanny energy, a palpable tension hanging thick around them like an ominous shroud.

With each passing moment, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged, as though the very fabric of reality itself was being warped and distorted by the presence of these sinister appendages.