The core of Death lay open, and Nyxara was feasting upon it, a direct link to the depths of the Beast, and the other Ancient Primordials, especially Xylos, Primordial Demon, were holding back the Will of Death, which expressed itself in its tendrils from entering its core and pulling out Nyxara.
To get to Nyxara, the Beast had exerted itself to the limits and incapacitated the rest of the Primordials for a moment, but Nyxara pressed the advantage that this gave her, and her hybrid wing transformed into a lance of corrupted dawn that stabbed deeper into the Beast's core.
In her endless hunger, Nyxara was not holding back her powers, and she poured everything into the corrupted lance that travelled deep into the core of the Beast.
She drank its pain, its harvested Deaths flooding her veins like icy venom. The Beast bucked, its abyssal eyes widening in something like fear, tendrils flailing wildly.
