Before my Demonology became registered, I was able to know the names of the demons I was killing and portions of their abilities, due to the cold thoughts of the Hollow Avatar.
I had been ignoring the thing in the back of my head for multiple loops, and now there was a tentacle the size of a mountain rising into the sky three miles south, and I had finally run out of room to be polite, and I had stopped being afraid of the answers I was going to get.
Cor Telluris was working overtime in my chest, eating the essence of the Narghul Sorcerers one molecule at a time, and changing me from the roots, while the pyramid was naming its prisoner.
I sat down. Right there, in the middle of a battlefield, among the bodies of my dead, with the world ending in slow motion all around me since Lightning Incanrate had been kept active for a single second, and this gave me enough time to think.
