Damon was not entirely sure how to feel about it.
His power was growing. His seed of depravity was deepening, and with it, his rank continued to rise. Under normal circumstances, even after absorbing monster cores and refining his body at the Fourth Class, it would take years to reach the peak of that stage. Advancement was no longer a matter of simply accumulating energy. To move forward, one needed comprehension, a domain, something more abstract than strength.
Yet the demon continent had shown him another path.
A darker one.
His seed of depravity offered a shortcut, a dangerous one. Damon could advance faster, far faster, but at the cost of becoming something else entirely.
A demon.
There was more than one way to nurture such a seed. The simplest method was also the most grotesque. Kill. Kill endlessly until even the heavens themselves seemed to bleed. But it was not monsters that would suffice.
It had to be people.
