Those terrible eyes were windows into a tormented soul. His whispers infected reality itself, spreading rot through existence.
Anyone who gazed deeply enough into the abyss would inevitably find the abyss gazing back.
And yet people still sought it.
Because knowledge was tempting.
Truth was tempting.
Damon had learned something.
"Ahh… Discordia… Discordia…"
He repeated the words endlessly in madness.
His body warped completely.
Bones blackened like charred coal erupted from his flesh, forming jagged armor around a monstrous frame. His eyes bled crimson tears while elongated claws tore at his own body as though lamenting existence itself.
A corrupted entity.
The Lamenting Sage.
That was what Damon had become.
A sage because he had learned forbidden truth.
"Hahaha… hehe… hehe…"
The laughter that escaped him was twisted and hoarse.
Ashcroft stood beside the unconscious Lilith, staring silently.
"Hmmm… I thought he'd lose himself completely. Clearly I was wrong…"
