"Whatttt the fwuckkkk....
Merciless stood there, bewildered and horrified by the scene unfolding before him. His voice was barely a whisper, the terror of the sight leaving him almost speechless. Hector, who should have been beyond the reach of such suffering, was bleeding; a chilling sight to behold, but what Merciless managed to pull off given Hector's current form still was not as bizarre as his current state.
Hector's current form was that of a wooden marionette, broken into bits as he floated with several others encompassed in a spherical hue of golden light, and Merciless had no idea how Hector had ended up in such a nightmarish situation, to begin with.
But even then, one thing was abundantly clear: this was not something one encountered every day, and even if it were, it would do nothing to diminish the sheer horror of the scene.
"What in the name of all that is dark and twisted is even going here... What is this place? What's happened to Hector?"
