The image of the firestorm branding him with the Cerulean Sign swam before Raidon's inner eye. The coolness on his chest increased. It wasn't painful-it was more like the feeling when the sun moves behind a cloud… or like the coolness of his amulet when it detected enemies it was forged to destroy.
The creature tittered, then said, 'Spellscarred or not, you are made of meat. It wouldn't do to let a sack of blood and meat wander off un-tasted.'
The creature lunged. The monk reflexively extended one leg in a buffer-kick intended to keep his opponent at bay long enough for Raidon to follow up with a real attack.
He had only a moment to understand his mistake when his foot plunged directly into the gaping, abdominal mouth.
The mouth began to chew. Pain, the worst he'd ever experienced, exploded up his leg. He nearly cried out.
Raidon jerked savagely, trying to retract his foot. The abdominal maw's tentacle-tongue whipped up around his calf, holding him fast. The white teeth within the cavity mashed and clacked and red fluid bubbled and spilled forth. Was that all his blood?
The ghoul's head snapped forward, its real mouth hardly any less horrid than the one trapping the monk's foot. It struck at Raidon's throat.
The monk's rising uppercut smashed teeth and jolted the creature's head away. Raidon wouldn't be overcome so easily.
The creature savagely jerked on his leg with its clutching tentacle, pulling his leg farther into its abdominal cavity. His foot, calf, knee, and lower thigh… how could it be? His whole lower leg was inside the thing, and the questing tentacle began to wrap around his thigh. More reddish fluid spilled forth in thin, steaming rivulets. How could his foot and calf fit inside the gaunt monster? Had it bitten off his lower leg? Queasiness clawed at Raidon's focus.
Agony poured up his nerves, making his arms quiver and his head ring. Would it hurt so abominably if his leg were already unattached? He desperately hoped the ghoul was bigger on the inside than its shape suggested.
The chill on Raidon's chest intensified. Without quite knowing why, he laid his left palm across the symbol blazoned there. A snap and contact was made. Cerulean energy poured into him. It was the energy his amulet once lent him in the presence of aberrations.
A sky blue gleam shone from his body. It seemed the Cerulean Sign etched on his chest was more than a mere tattoo.
It was alive with the old power of his amulet. His touch awakened it.
The symbol emanated the cleansing light he had once been able to invoke from his destroyed amulet. The Sign embodied the purity of the natural world. It was anathema to aberrations.
The ghoul's eyes widened as its horrible, abdominal tongue retracted. The cavity spat Raidon's leg out with such force that he fell to the ground.
His foot remained attached. 'Thank Xiang,' muttered Raidon. The thing's second mouth was bigger on the inside than the outside. But strips of skin were absent from his extremity, dissolved away as if by acid, revealing red and oozing muscle.
It was the most serious wound Raidon had ever received. But his mind passed over that particular realization to consider what he'd just invoked, unaided.
He had become his amulet. The energy pouring 'into' him issued from him. Raidon grasped his focus, visualizing his mind and body again as lines of flashing energy. The glimmer of blue he had earlier observed blazed cerulean at its heart. At its edges, it burned the wilder, darker blue hue of the Spellplague. Had the firestorm he'd survived… had it infused him with his amulet's power? If so, why was its cerulean color contaminated-
The ghoul-thing smashed into him, bearing him to the ground. Raidon blinked away his untimely retrospection too late. The creature's claws and both mouths tore at his flesh. It panted, 'I don't like your taste. Maybe you'll taste better dead.'
A thumb to the creature's eye and a knee to its side did little to dislodge the ghoul. A crushing elbow directly to the creature's throat cut short its constant, maddening titter. That blow would have killed a mortal man outright.
The ghoul-thing was undead, and its nerves did not communicate messages of pain. Raidon struggled in its grasp, his breath coming quicker. The monk's deep knowledge of how to attack vital areas, like pressure points, joints, and organs, was almost useless against the walking dead.
He squirmed right, trying get out from under the crushing weight, then shucked left, hoping to fake out the creature. The ghoul's tongue-tentacle held the scrabbling monk fast.
Raidon was pinned on his back. The creature's disgusting, abdominal jaws gave it an unholy advantage, and the pain in his leg was slipping more and more into his consciousness, threatening to cripple his ability to seize the initiative. Even as he inched one hand toward the sign on his chest, the ghoul managed to grab his wrist. It quickly snatched his other wrist too. Its claws bit painfully into his palms.
It tittered, 'No, you mustn't touch! Hold still, now, while I nibble the skin from your face.'
Raidon's focus faltered. Concentrate! Hold onto your calm, or you are lost, he commanded his wavering discipline. But what chance did he have if he could not reach the symbol?
If I have the power of my amulet, what need have I to touch it to trigger it? Wasn't he always in contact with it, since it was part of him?
He concentrated on the cool point above his heart. The symbol of a dead order. The Cerulean Sign. He imagined himself touching it with a tendril of thought. The Sign was a metaphor, an emblem that served as a door, a door Raidon visualized himself swinging wide, revealing wonders beyond…
The Sign on his chest pulsed. Shafts of cerulean light speared heavenward. Where the light touched the aberration, it howled. Pain was no longer beyond its ability to sense.
The ghoul's abdominal tongue retracted, and it writhed and fell away from Raidon. The light from the Sign faded.
The monk staggered to his feet, shaking and bleeding. Zai zi, he was sorely hurt! If he didn't tend to his raw foot and lower calf soon, he'd lose his leg, then soon enough his life.
The ghoul remained prone, writhing and drooling without regard to its environment. Its senses were overloaded, maybe burned out. He'd seen a similar response many times during his decade of abomination hunting. The Sign's mere manifestation affected weaker aberrations just so. The most powerful aberrations were less affected. Lucky these were not the most potent of their kind…
A flicker of movement brought Raidon's attention up and back. The ghoul-thing's two compatriots had ceased their rivalry. They stared at Raidon and the glowing symbol on his chest with calculating and fearful eyes.
Despite their trepidation, they advanced.
They saw the Sign and obviously recognized its potential to eradicate them, but they could also smell his blood. Raidon supposed that smell pierced their sense of self-preservation. For these ghoul-monstrosities, hunger was a drive purer and fiercer than fear.
They charged.
The monk cried, 'Husks of abominable hunger, see the Cerulean Sign!' His chest blazed anew with sky blue light. Shafts of radiance flashed like blades from his body to lance the attackers.
One of the ghouls sidestepped the glow, but the other ran headlong into the brilliance. Its eyes shuttered in pain as the purifying radiance dazzled it. It tripped and fell, mewling.
The second ghoul, oblivious of its 'brother's' fate, reached him. A claw slipped past Raidon's shielding forearm, slashing directly across the symbol tattooed on his chest.
The Sign's radiance instantly failed.
Raidon fell back, holding his focus. He released a flurry of fierce kicks to the ghoul's knees even as it clawed and tentacle-lashed him. While the creature couldn't feel physical pain, its body could be broken with sufficient force. Unfortunately, he couldn't kick with his ravaged leg.
Simultaneously, he shuffled left as he dodged, slipped, and blocked the ghoul's assaults. His adversary was too intent on sinking its teeth into Raidon to worry about the terrain. When the ghoul was in position, Raidon feinted, and then pushed. It tripped backward over the ghoul who had nearly bitten off the monk's leg, who was just rising from its dazed fall.
Raidon took advantage of the reprieve to glance down at his chest. A bloody stripe bisected the symbol
