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A guttural groan tore from his throat as he felt his fangs forcefully extend on their own. His eyes darkened rapidly, turning pitch-black as root-like veins spread across the skin around them. His nails lengthened into sharp claws and dug into his own chest in a desperate attempt to fight the invading darkness.
His vision blurred….then vanished entirely, as the black smoke consumed him.
Darkness swallowed his mind…his body…his soul.
Raw, excruciating pain shot through every fibre of his being, drowning out all thought, leaving room for nothing else but agony.
Blood seeped from his mouth, dripping down his clenched jaw. The brooch in his hand pulsed with golden light, fighting ferociously against the darkness that was trying to take complete possession of Ivan.
