Creed stood frozen, his mind racing to process what he was seeing.
He had expected trouble, sure, because let's be honest, this was an Active Rift, and something always went wrong in these kinds of places.
But this? This?!
He hadn't expected the Rift Streamer Idiot himself to be the first major threat they had to deal with!
Did this guy wake up today and just choose death?
His eyes flicked to the pulsating red magma still dripping from the empty socket where the crystal had been.
His thoughts spun wildly. What the hell is that stuff? It didn't burn his skin, didn't melt his armor, and yet, just like that, it turned him into a crazed maniac?
Serves him right, honestly.
Creed knew that was not the best thing to think, but come on!
This idiot ignored every single warning, touched something no one understood, and now—shockingly—he was paying the full price for his stupidity.
If this wasn't proof that recklessness had consequences, Creed didn't know what was!
