Riven visibly took a step back. "Wait, what? Hell? Like… actual hell, or just a hard fight kind of hell?"
"It's both," Damon replied, his voice calm but firm. "This thing doesn't just contain a treasure. It's a lockbox for something alive. Something that was sealed away for a reason."
In his last life, the super ten that opened it suffered catastrophic losses. The ones who fought for it, bled for it, spent a fortune to get it? Half of them were wiped off the leaderboard within an hour.
And this was well into the game after everyone had powered up a lot. Right now, it was still the first innings, so the aftermath was going to be even worse. Damon grinned as he imagined the faces of those who would eventually end up facing the thing.
This was going to be a blow they wouldn't recover from, at least for the next few months. If he was out for the count with a soul injury that delayed him for the next few days, it was only fair that the other party paid for it in the same way.
