The thing pushed me onward. Onward through terror, through hell. Past burning corpse after burning corpse. Past uncountable screams filled with terror, with pleading.
Kill! You kill!
[Souls acquired: 1,000]
I was walking through a hell of my own making. The thing was merely acting as a guide, telling me that he didn't need to control me anymore.
I had become a devil myself.
As if to accentuate its point, the thing receded back into the depths of my mind with a final laugh.
A message popped in front of me as a cruel reminder.
[Dragon's Breath: Cover the battlefield in hellfire, negating all healing aspects.]
No matter how much I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to revive them. I wouldn't be able to heal anyone still clinging on to life.
My hands hung low at my sides, limp, as the screams echoed in my mind. Old screams from the Leviathan, new screams from me. This is what I had become. Not just stronger, deadlier. A monster, a demon.
