With the Essence of so many demons flowing into my body, Cor Telluris was working overtime, and I could feel its rotation accelerating as well as new channels being recreated inside my body, the pain of this transformation was uncomfortable, but I knew that this was a sign of progress, and I welcomed it, because it was better that I felt this kind of pain than the other kind.
So many changes were happening within me, but I stubbornly refused to acknowledge my status screen; it felt almost as if that would mean I was dancing on the corpse of the fallen even before they became cold, and the awareness that they would return to life when I died did not make their deaths any easier for me to handle.
Logically, I knew that there must come a time, if I experience it enough, that their deaths no longer hit me as hard, but somehow I was doubting that this would be the case.
And one reason for this was my soul.
