Ethemon and Astarion pushed deeper into the church. Everywhere they looked, wooden boards served as makeshift hospital beds, separated only by crude partitions.
Some of the patients' bones had literally fused with the wood, and the stench of death permeated every inch of the air.
Ethemon felt entirely ill at ease. Not only did the cramped, narrow space cause his wings and tail to constantly knock over bottles and jars, but the power within him was churning like boiling water. Ethemon had a feeling that after digesting it a bit longer, he would be able to transform back into human form—though he had no idea what kind of human form it would turn out to be...
Chapter 93