Jack stood there, swaying slightly, his body trembling with the effort of maintaining itself against the constant health drain. Blood dripped from his armor in steady streams. His breathing came in ragged gasps that sounded more animal than human.
[-163 HP]
[-163 HP]
[Jack HP: 1,457/3,250]
The hunger screamed at him to move, to kill, to consume. But there was nothing left to kill. Eight hundred demons lay dead.
The battlefield was empty except for corpses and the two figures on the ridge who were clearly beyond his ability to harm.
So Jack did the only thing his frenzy-addled mind could process.
He returned to the corpses.
More hearts. More blood. The pile of torn-open bodies grew larger as he worked through them with mechanical desperation.
Fifteen hearts consumed. Twenty. Twenty-five. The taste had stopped registering. They were just fuel now, desperately consumed in hopes of satisfying the hunger that wouldn't end.
[-163 HP]
[-163 HP]
[-163 HP]
[Jack HP: 968/3,250]
