Death.
Grey had experienced it many times at this point. He didn't even seem particularly fazed by the pain anymore. Maybe part of that was the fact that the burning the Genesis System had forced upon him was far worse than any other he had faced, but the answer didn't actually matter all that much. Not right now.
The one thing it brought him was clarity, though.
Clarity to see the Fog of Chaos swallow them whole before he had a chance to die.
Clarity to feel the jaws sinking around him and sucking at him as though he was a fucking human-sized juice box.
Clarity to feel the shift in the darkness within him.
The instant Valdris began to suck, Grey reacted on instinct. He pulled on his inventory and it responded. The darkness was interrupted just enough, the affinity of the Vampire Lord ironically working against him in this instant.
As Valdris pulled the Fog of Chaos out of Grey's body, Grey pounced on his opportunity.
