The Serpentine Demon received this gift from Cillian with the eager submission of a hound at its master's feet.
It thought glory was within reach.
Cluck!
A mouthful of blood burst from its jaws.
Cillian's eyes immediately sharpened.
"Something's wrong."
As the Abyss' creator, he felt the truth ripple through him.
This demon had reached the very peak of legend, standing one step away from ascending to the Ascendanct rank, its recovery was unrivaled, and yet it was collapsing.
One side of its vast body withered. The many heads that sprouted from its form festered with sores that burst into foul streams. Its blood thinned, its organs rotted, its body shrank in upon itself.
It was dying.
But how?
Moments ago, it had devoured the Toad Demon and restored itself with frightening speed. Even when Cillian gave it that drop of divine blood, its strength had already returned in full. That blood should have carried it further, yet instead it unravelled.
