Riven finally understood that maybe, just maybe, everything had been a joke and Malum was just playing with him until he was turned into an undead.
He cursed himself for being stupid even as blood began to flow from his mouth.
"Oh. You're not dead yet. Right, I'm not looking to kill you. Let's see, which bones can I break next?"
Riven felt something he'd never felt before in his life, something that made his whole body, the parts still listening to his head, stiffen like a statue.
He felt true fear. "No... no! No, don't!"
Malum did. His legs came down on his two legs as if he was stepping on twigs. He snapped his two legs and marched on them until the bones turned into splinters that poked out of his flesh.
