Third Person's POV
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(Author's Warning: Read this chapter at your own risk. A little graphic description of gore is present)
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Corpse flies nested in her eye sockets as their larvae squirmed in the hollows.
Her abdomen had been split open and not with blades but claws.
Ribs jutted outward like broken spokes as the remains of a half-formed goblin fetus rotted inside her.
The Blood Slave continued while its tone was neither mocking nor sympathetic as it merely stated the cold and irrefutable facts.
"Her despair and suffering were undoubtedly used to fuel their hideous summoning ritual.
That is the nature of Dark Soul Energy—it is not something easily obtained.
It is born from agony and from unfathomable sorrow.
Only when a soul is fully shattered and corrupted by the banes of the Astral Realm, does it release the energy necessary to nourish the void."
Ethan exhaled sharply as his mind processed the horrifying truth behind the Dar Soul Energy.
