Time seemed to stop.
A massive creature, one of the largest in the chamber, held Lysa in one hand.
Her small frame looked broken, blood pouring from her mouth, her body crushed and mangled.
The creature's jaws opened wide, preparing to eat her, preparing to consume one of his people.
In Damian's fragmenting mind, memories surfaced:
["I only wanted to find love and experience what it's like. To understand what those old novels described, what made people willing to risk everything for another person. That's all I ever wanted."]
["Boss... will we be able to make it out alive?"]
["Don't worry... I'm still here."]
Something snapped.
The Devourer Art had already made him unstable.
Had stripped away mental barriers.
Had reduced consciousness to base instincts.
But now those instincts focused, sharpened and became singular purpose.
'I'm still here.'
'I'm still here.'
'I'M STILL HERE!'
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
