The wyrm had already started to rot from the inside out thanks to all the poison in its body. Its natural regeneration ability, which came from its draconic genes, could simply not hold on anymore. Its abyss-fused scales cracked apart, black fire bleeding out in streams that fizzled into nothingness.
The light in its eyes dulled as it no longer had any fight left in it. With just one more breath left in its body, all the wyrm could do was stare blankly at the demon who had killed it so torturously.
Damon grinned. He had done it! He had actually done it! A freaking wyrm!
He hurriedly used Blink and appeared atop its twitching body, his body drenched in ichor, crimson eyes gleaming like burning coals. His chest rose and fell, not from exhaustion, but from exhilaration. He was going to absorb yet another draconic beast's blood!
