Eolagar groaned, whipping his head from side to side as though trying to drive away a swarm of insects buzzing around his head.
The vengeful spirits were still fighting for control of his body. Individually, none of them possessed enough strength to completely override Eolagar's will and take control of him.
But having thousands of them invading his body at once, each one struggling against him and against the others for control, was driving the berserker toward madness.
Meanwhile, Nathan had slowly begun pulling himself back onto his feet.
His regeneration continued repairing his injuries as he steadied himself and began backing away from Eolagar.
Tharnaron, the red-winged Blademaster demon lord, noticed him.
He immediately spread his wings and flew forward, intending to intercept Nathan before he could create any further distance between himself and the other demon lords.
