War With The Cult (Part 9)

Clay stood up slowly while staring at his best friend. His hulking size, gray skin and black scales made him look less than human and the white light pulsing through his body like veins was a mystery.

Cain's facial features were mostly the same as before, apart from two. His eyes were as black as the night sky and had the emotions of a rock behind them. The other disparity between the current Cain and the old was his hair, or lack thereof.

"It was Trent who did this to you, wasn't it? He used that ability of his to turn you into some kind of beast..." Clay said.

His voice sounded calm and caring, like a mother concerned about their child's health. There was a great amount of anger gathering inside Clay but his concern outwayed that in the present moment.

There was no response from Cain. He made no attempt to speak, his eyes didn't move, not even a grunt escaped him. There was simply no reaction.