[ The smell of blood becomes stronger, taking on the tang of magic. What trickles down the spikes on the inside of the coffin’s lid is a greenish blue rather than red and inside of it-
The inside of the coffin is lined with long iron spikes, lancing through the human-shaped thing inside it. And it is a human shaped thing. No visible wings or horns, only the blue blood to indicate that it might not be entirely human. For few long, long seconds it lies silent and motionless, a small but deep hole over its heart where one of the lid’s spikes were.
Then, there’s the sound of a pulse. A weak one, but a pulse nonetheless. Then a gasping breath. ]
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The inside of the coffin is lined with long iron spikes, lancing through the human-shaped thing inside it. And it is a human shaped thing. No visible wings or horns, only the blue blood to indicate that it might not be entirely human. For few long, long seconds it lies silent and motionless, a small but deep hole over its heart where one of the lid’s spikes were.
Then, there’s the sound of a pulse. A weak one, but a pulse nonetheless. Then a gasping breath. ]