Tezztor lies there, no strength left in his body. "The cold, it hass gotten me. To the realm of my ancestorss I go" The thought seemed pleasant to him and he no longer felt cold, but warm. light seemed to cloud what was left of his vision. Then suddenly there he was, in a warm hall surrounded by heros of times past. He smiled and knew he was safe at last.
Meanwhile, his mystical dagger began to glow. A purple haze swept over his body before finally absorbing into it. For a second nothing happened, then suddenly his eyes began to glow as if fire was eminating from them. His muscles strengthened past their normal size, and wings sprung from his back. The curse of the demon's bane had taken hold over his corpse, turning it into a souless killing machine. The abomination looked and saw tracks, and followed them.