Third Person's POV
Meanwhile, Zarghul's fragmented consciousness watched all this in growing horror.
How?
How could a mere mortal, bound by the laws of this lower realm, touch the Netherflame and survive? Worse—devour it?
A sensation it had long forgotten stirred in the depths of its fragmented mind.
For the first time in millennia, Zarghul felt something it had once deemed impossible.
Fear.
Ethan clenched his fingers, and the burning skull shattered in his grasp.
Zarghul's crimson skull avatar trembled as its hollow eyes widened in disbelief.
"What… what is this?" it hissed as its voice sounded like a chorus of screams.
"How can you resist the Netherflame? How can you consume it?"
Ethan didn't answer.
His focus was absolute as the silver vortex over his palm grew, devouring the Netherflame of Eternal Woe with an insatiable hunger.
