The world lost its normal colors.
The pristine white marble of his soul space faded into a deep freezing blue indicating the total lack of physical heat in the architecture. He turned his head, scanning the empty expanse, until his gaze landed directly on Valeria.
The sniper ghost was standing a few feet away. Instead of the bright red, yellow, and orange hues of a living, breathing human, Valeria appeared as a swirling silhouette of pale, ghostly blue and silver energy.
She didn't have a beating heart or warm blood, but the skill still managed to register the dense concentration of mana making up her spectral form.
Looking down at his own hands, Klaus could see the bright blazing red and orange of his own living body heat pulsing through his veins.
Valeria gasped, pointing an accusing finger at his face.
"Your eyes, My King! Your pupils just turned into tiny vertical slits. You look just like that snake!"
