Parallax Realms

               Gal’barre               Gal’barre flexed his hand. “Undead…” he muttered.               He turned his desiccated hand over. The veins were dried. Once-plump flesh stuck fast to the underlying bones. Tendon stood in stark contrast on the grey-black skin.               He imagined his appearance, at least in the eyes of others. His once-pale skin, blonde hair and overall fair complexion had rapidly degraded into a steel-gray pallor surrounded with limp onyx hair and pale eyes. He had seen one reflection a few days earlier before smashing the mirror and walking away.               He had cut his hand in the process and as he’d imagined – no blood.    ...