Kael's boots crunched against the cave floor with each careful step, the sound echoing flatly in the confined space. The air hung heavy and oppressive around him, thick enough that breathing felt like pulling air through a soaked cloth pressed against his face.
His Abyssal Fang Dagger rested in his grip, the blade humming with barely perceptible vibrations. Its dark edge glinted faintly in the dim light.
The primal energy saturating the passage buzzed against his exposed skin like static electricity, creating an uncomfortable tingling sensation. The ambient power tugged insistently at his Devour Essence ability, calling to it like a siren's song.
"Devour. Grow stronger," a voice whispered seductively in the back of his mind.
Kael gritted his teeth hard enough to make his jaw ache. "Not now," he muttered under his breath, forcibly shoving the urge down into the depths of his consciousness.
