The [Hatred Demon] had survived Alex's [World Cleaver].
Though it had been struck, though it had been injured, it still remained.
Now, its massive, grotesque body was locked in place by the [Destiny Shackles], its dark form struggling against the golden chains that bound it.
Those restraints stopped it from using its skills, from regenerating, from fighting back.
And yet, even then, its mouth remained open. A deep, endless void, inhaling.
Crimson lines of essence surged into its maw, drawn from the fallen members of the [Hatred Sect].
Even as their corpses lay lifeless, their lingering hatred was consumed.
The Demon drank it all in, feeding on the remnants of their existence.
Alex's gut twisted.
If that thing absorbed enough energy to regain its full strength… they were all dead.
He had to end it now.
[World Cleaver] hadn't worked.
He only had 46 [Destiny Points] left—barely enough to matter.
