Alex knew that Ahrimon had acquired the Devourer's legacy from the Ancestral Realm. Unlike ordinary legacies, his had come in the form of a bloodline belonging to a species so rare and so singular in nature that the cosmos had given them a name that was less a title and more a warning.
The Apocalypse Bringers.
A bloodline of extraordinary power that carried its own absolute restriction. Endless hunger.
The consuming desire to devour, grow, and destroy, not as an impulse that could be managed or set aside, but as the only nature remaining to the one who carried it. Every other pleasure, every other drive, erased entirely and replaced by a single, bottomless appetite.
But acquiring the legacy was not the true test it presented. Surviving it was.
In ordinary circumstances, a Devourer bloodline could be accepted by any individual of any race, and over time, the person would change, the bloodline reshaping them into something genuine.
A true Devourer.
