Roxene could hear her own heart thumping in her chest as she raced through the air and followed the innumerable green tendrils towards Marcus.
She had known that there was a side of him that he typically kept locked up. The potential of a devourer.
Normally, he had no problems suppressing the urges, and even when he did, his iron will fought against them.
Now though, something had caused him to become the monster he never wished to be. He had even taken on the form of the deadliest creature he had ever encountered.
Roxene had been with him during that time, and just thinking back on it gave her chills.
Her aunt had warned her about a few very dangerous entities that were meant to challenge the inhabitants of Mirrion so that their growth never stifled.
The Doomsday Monsters were one of the groups she had been told to avoid unless she was at least level ninety. That's how dangerous they were.
