His gaze moved across the room until it landed on Ambrose.
Unlike the others, Ambrose appeared calm. He lay still on his bed, staring at the ceiling without moving or speaking.
He looked… normal.
Ambrose's demonification hadn't completed.
He was still human enough to maintain composure, but the process had progressed far enough to keep him this way.
Aiden let out a sigh at the rest of scene before him with growing revulsion.
"These demons," he muttered, with his voice carrying a sharp edge of hatred. "Look what they've done to these people."
Thamoryn stepped closer. "I've tried everything I know," she said. "Healing magic, purification spells. Nothing works."
Aiden said nothing at first, then the thought of what to do came to his mind almost as quickly.
He muttered to himself, "… perhaps it could also undo what the demons have done to these people."
"What?" Thamoryn turned again towards him, uncertain what she heard or if he was speaking to her.
