Oscar's four-bladed cross-tip remained embedded deep within the Herald's chest, the spear shaft angled at a vicious forty-five degree angle that made withdrawal impossible without catastrophic tearing.
Steaming, luminescent blood poured from the wound in torrents that seemed to have no beginning and no end, coating the barren wasteland in fluid that sizzled against the stone.
[-431,203 HP]
[-431,203 HP]
The notification cascaded through Jack's consciousness, weighted with absolute certainty. The Herald shrieked, a sound that transcended pain and entered the realm of something deeper. A primal recognition of mortality made manifest.
[-6,173 HP]
The Madness form was consuming him from the inside out, his own circulatory system cannibalizing his health at a rate that would have killed any normal creature in seconds.
But Jack was not normal.
