Damon and Xander had Morticai in the center. His shadow was imprisoned, and it was designed in a way that slowly corroded his will to leave.
"What an insidious skill," he whispered, his voice sounding strangely loud within the confines of the Shadow Prison.
"This is a skill that was inspired by the Unknown God's childhood. It's designed much like a home where you do not desire to leave, and the longer you stay, the more of that desire you lose," Damon answered, his eyes remaining fixed on Morticai as he felt a bitter taste spread across the back of his throat.
His head was heavy, and his hands would not stop shaking.
It wasn't just because he was injured. It was also because of the insidious amount of corruption he was holding in his hands. The vile whispers coming from the spear seemed to crawl directly into his mind, each one scraping against his thoughts and making his head throb.
Damon had once been corrupted and had turned into a being called the Lamenting Sage.
