Rens vision did not remain static.
It fractured.
One moment he was watching the Eternal Devil in the ritual chamber. The next, he was inside thousands of people at once — every man, every woman, every pregnant being in the kingdom. His consciousness split and multiplied, flooding through hundreds of eyes, hundreds of bodies, hundreds of minds at the same time.
He felt everything.
The pain was immediate and overwhelming.
He saw it through the eyes of a maid in the outer palace wing.
Her white servant gown was melting away from the inside. The fabric dissolved in long, black strands that clung to her skin like wet spiders before crumbling to dust. Her heavy breasts began to darken first — the once-soft flesh turning a deep, rotting purple, nipples thickening and swelling into long, black protrusions that leaked thick, viscous fluid in slow, heavy streams. The fluid ran down her stomach in glossy rivers, pooling in the crack between her thighs.
