The early morning light cast a soft glow over the stream that was field with the dead bodies of the beast people.
The gentle babble of water a stark contrast to the turmoil in Dylan's heart. He sat by the edge, cradling Momo in his arms, tears falling like a never-ending stream. His chest felt heavy, each breath labored as he watched the love of his life slip away.
He could feel the chaos inside her body with his spiritual energy, knowing that her internal state was in total disarray. The poison had done its job well.
Dylan remembered its cruel progression: first, it would rob the victim of their sight, then one by one, it would take away all other senses. The sense of touch would be the last to go, leaving the victim to enter eternal darkness in death. It was a painfully slow and torturous way to die.