Deo coughed.
Blood poured from his mouth. He looked down at the blade in his chest. He looked at Mira.
She was still being fucked. She didn't look at him. She was moaning. Screaming. Coming.
"Ah—! Yes—! Harder—!"
Deo fell.
His face hit the floor. His eyes were open. The blood pooled around him.
His last thought was rage.
'I will kill you. I will kill all of you. I will become death. I will become—'
Darkness.
The memory shattered.
Raven stood on the battlefield. His hand was still on the leech's skull. The monster was convulsing. The undead aura was expanding—dark, violent, furious.
The leech screamed.
"I WILL KILL EVERYONE!"
The voice was not human. It was the voice of a soul twisted by rage and betrayal. The leech's body swelled. It grew. The undead army surged. The adventurers screamed. The black aura crushed their magic.
Raven blinked.
He pulled his hand back.
He looked at the leech. At the thirty-foot monster that was once a man. A cucked man. A broken man.
