Morgan felt his being slowly crumbling apart piece by piece.
Azaroth was simply trying to break him down piece by piece and ultimately assimilate him
Honestly it was quite frightening but strangely enough he felt unnaturally calm.
He felt pain, agonizing pain that washed over almost every part of his being.
This time, he was well and truly trapped.
There was no trick hidden up his sleeve.
Hed reveled all his cards and yet his foes was still standing abd seemingly undaunted.
He was quite certain Azaroth wouldn't yield like Kazarax.
Thevancjdnt fiend had no need to.
It had existed for countless years and would probably continue doing so if it defeated him.
A flare of pain forced out a gasp out of him, the white hot stab through his head momentarily blinding him.
Countless consciousnesses washed over him, probing, trying to take over his own consciousness.
