His entire left arm was gone, there was barely a stump left where it had once been , now covered in a layer of disgusting scars that had probably been build atop scars which seemed to have been made in the same way.
He watched in pure horror as the scarry tissued that was left, tightly spanning over what could only be called a stump out of which a bone shard was still protruding, was slowly wriggling, squirming like countless maggots that were all eating each other in a desperate attempt to survive, to heal themselves, to free themselves off of this hell.
But he knew what was happening, the scar tissue was eating, devouring itself and consequently rebuilding his old skin, just like that which was now happening everywhere on his body, so much so that he really refused to look, out of the sheer fact of how disgusting it looked.
And as if that wasn't already enough bodily horrors to vanish the shard of bone that was still protruding from his stump, causing tiny droplets of blood to stream out along the long shard that he know realized he was able to slightly move, until it was pushed out.
As he watched he felt his muscles crawling inside his body, pushed by the foreign energy and forced to expel the now useless body part out of it, and finally, with a sharp pain that seemed to be as bad as when he lost his hearing, if not much worse due to the simple shock and psychological horror, the bone which kind of resembled a dagger fell out of the flesh in which it somehow still took anchor until it all convulse one last time, and landed in the pool of blood with a plump sound, sending a small wave to ricochet along the small pool that now more so resembled the tiniest river in the world.
Finally, Cades really took a good look at the blood that had now formed a true tiny river along his feet, a river that was slowly streaming away from him and towards something laying not too far away, almost as if it wanted to point him towards something...
And then he began to really look around.
Over there, where the blood streamed towards, not too far away, though he could somehow not tell how far away it really was, laid a body, one that was not made out of wood like the statues that seemed to surround them everywhere.
And as if that wasn't already enough, the fact that Manug had most likely already died some time ago, he wanted to walk towards him but was stopped, instead taking about a dozen steps back as he saw something that caused his entire body to race in pure terror.
Just a tiny bit away there stood a seven foot tall statue that Cades knew far too well, it might've been burning before the wind extinguished it, but he could still tell that it was that monster, the thing that put him into this state.
But instead of looking at him, ready to strike once more with the horribly scornful look, it instead looked over, towards the tree and the mushrooms that were bound to it, the mushrooms that were gone, completely erased with them all glinting in a white colour as tiny ambers were drilling their way through the bark of the endlessly tall and endlessly wide tree.
Either way, the mushrooms were gone, and he had something to do now.
Cades had now began feeling intention again, and there was only one real intention left on this entire island, aside from his own and the screams that still permeated the island, including his own head and the head of the one who was now laying right in front of him after he had walked over to Manug's supposed corpse, his legs causing agonizing pain with each and every single step he took, almost causing him to fail multiple times.
But once he arrived he saw how the once beautiful body of the archer was now covered in countless gashes, the blood this time not being held back in the slightest, he saw a hole where his stomach should have been, giving an interesting look into his inner anatomy, and showcasing hat this body was indeed different from that of a ehetrian, indeed, very much so.
He almost wanted to throw up once more, no, for the first time, but he wanted to throw up to an unnatural degree, only being stopped by the fact that he had not eaten anything except for maybe a tiny bit of water at all, in the last month that he had been here.
If that was even enough time, or perhaps it was too much.
Either way, he didn't know what to do now, no, he did, he would have to take him out of his misery, he was probably only kept alive by some active that would soon stop working anyways, barely conscious like he had been previously, but in much, much worse shape.
His heart had been ripped out, as well as big parts of his lungs and some other vital organs, even his brain seemed to be severely caved in and he had only one limb remaining, the rest having been spread out across the entire field, there was no way to survive.
And yet, he was not sure, he simply didn't know whether to do it or not.
He could not really think, the screams were still clogging a huge part of his mind, tormenting him constantly, but he felt weird, he felt like he just couldn't do it.
Cades had no idea why he didn't just do it, after all, the archer that now laid in front of him barely meant anything to Cades now, he was just a worthless junk of meat now, probably already having started to decompose while he was being healed.. so why should he care...
"Listen to me...."