One moment Ash was trying to heal the old dwarf, and in the very next moment, the old dwarf head exploded, muttering some strange, incoherent words that sounded like gibberish.
What the fuck..?
Ash froze, his mind struggling to register what had just happened. The sticky sensation of blood clinging to his skin, mixed with fragments of brain matter, was sickening enough to make his stomach churn. But more than the disgust… there was something else that gripped him.
Was that… demonic energy? No… it felt different… darker, far more sinister…
He had sensed nothing before placing his hands on the old man to heal him. Yet the instant life slipped away from the dwarf's body, even if only for the briefest moment, he felt it. It wasn't just a vague impression—he was certain. Whatever that energy was, whether demonic or something worse, it was the cause of the old dwarf's death.
