Chapter 84 — Seeds of Corruption
Korthrax
He had always been the hunger.
Not a lord who rose to power, but the wound from which all hunger was born. In the primordial chaos before names, before gods, before even the concept of "self," he had existed as the Great Rift — a tear in existence where raw, untamed possibility spilled forth like blood from a fresh cut. The first souls to cross through were his. He consumed them slowly, savoring every memory, every scream, every spark of power. Each meal made him more. Each devoured being added another layer to his ever-expanding consciousness.
The others had tried to bind him.
The early Abyssal Lords sacrificed entire bloodlines in desperate rituals, pouring their essence into seals that lasted mere centuries. Seraphiel and her Celestial Host had attempted to cauterize the wound with divine light during the War of Shattered Veils. They called it purification. They called him a monster.
They were right about the second part.
