The True Depravita of Wrath had completely lost the ability to resist. His body was melting, fusing with the nightmare realm of broken bodies and tormented souls surrounding him. The corruption did not stop with his flesh—it pressed deeper. The twisted reality extended its claws into his very Soul Dimension, reaching past the physical into his spirit, his mind, and the core of his ego.
It sought to consume everything that marked the True Depravita's existence, to assimilate him as part of his external existence.
"Yes… yes!"
The voice was ecstatic, trembling with thrill and excitement as it felt itself how the True Depravita of Wrath was closer and closer to becoming an eternal resident of the nightmare universe.
"Ten thousand years of sleep are nothing compared to this. When I awaken fully, I will wear this body as my own. I will roam the universe—free, unbound—"
It paused, and for a fleeting instant, something like longing entered its tone.
"We can finally return home."
