There was a small part of him that wished he had accepted this offer. Where else would he get the chance for someone to bend his will into wishing he could live?
If he had truly wished to live, then he would have met the condition for Deathless to be rendered obsolete. Or rather, the skill's directive would have changed—from keeping him alive despite his wish to die, to actively sending death his way.
Ashcroft would have dominated his sane mind after removing the crown, forcing him to wish for life.
Alas, that did not come to pass. Damon's desire to kill Ashcroft far outweighed everything else. This single craving consumed him, the only thing that drove his fractured mind forward.
Kill Ashcroft.
Right now, Damon was at his strongest.
He was relentlessly insane, with not a trace of hesitation, weakness, or fear. Most importantly, he had drained his reserves of shadow energy until he went ravenous. All that was left was hunger—the hunger to kill the Demon Lord of Domination.
