[Panel 1]

(Kieran's magic streams more from his horn, surrounding her, as he cradles her in his arms.)

Kieran: Emerald, please, don't leave m-

[Panel 2]

(She crumbles into dust in his hands. Kieran looks stunned. The tendrils of magic that had surrounded her briefly support some of the dust particles, but they soon vanish. Sound effect text on this panel reads "*sssshh.*")

Kieran: No...

[Panel 3]

(Kieran looks up to the remaining, off-panel, slavers in the camp. He snarls and his fangs elongate. Tears begin to well up in his eyes as his own magic spirals around him.)

Kieran: You bastards...

[Panel 4]

(His face begins to distort, looking more canine, as the magic swirls about him. His ears lengthen as his muzzle narrows. His horn fades away.)

[Panel 5]

(Kieran's shift stop as he looks to be fully some type of site hound. His ears fold back as he fully bares his fangs and growls at the slavers. Sound effect text on this panel is in a scratchy, hand-written letters, and reads "snarl...")