Before Grim Reaper Herpo, Allen was leaning on a wand even he did not know how many times he had replaced, so weak he could barely stay on his feet.
In the battles of the past few days, Allen had suffered countless wounds large and small. He had been sliced as if by slow execution with spells like Sectumsempra but more vicious, stabbed by a sharp sword burning with Magic Flame, lashed and scorched by a Magic Lightning Whip, roasted by flames produced by Incendio...
At that moment, the wizard regarded by other wizards as the Savior had already been tortured beyond recognition. His pale cheeks looked as though they had been cut by many sharp little knives, exposing curled flesh and blood; one eye had lost its eyeball, leaving only an empty black hole.
His pale hair, originally combed neatly, had gone bald in many patches, revealing blisters on his scalp caused by intense heat. His robes were in tatters, plainly having been swept through by flames. On his exposed, charred arms stained with dark-red blood, rotting bits of flesh and skin corroded by Negative Energy still dropped to the ground from time to time. His left leg was curled at a strange angle, and blood was still gushing from beneath the bone spur that had pierced through it.
The wizard's whole body was covered in blood. Every breath was an agonizing torment to him. Traces of blood he had coughed up still clung to the corners of his mouth, and he was still coughing violently, again and again, until at last he could no longer support himself and collapsed to his knees, unable to stand. Suddenly, he lowered his head and began to retch.
Several slugs glowing green fell from his mouth to the ground, corroding little bubbles