There was nothing pretty about dying, and nothing pretty about battle. This loop had thrown me into the fire over and over, and what was coming out of it was a monster the like of which nobody had seen before.
I did not fear pain, or death, or loss. The only thing in my mind in moments like these was the next target. Demons, gods, Sovereigns, let them come. I shall kill them all.
I climbed out of that hole with a spine in my hand, torn out of a screaming Titan, a creature that could have broken a lesser world.
Not mine. I had reached for something to pull myself up with and found a length of demon vertebrae still attached to a pelvis, so I came out of the dark holding it like a flail, and the two waiting at the lip of the crater took it across their faces before they understood what was coming up.
