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Jormungandr couldn't stop himself. The moment he devoured the fruit to protect his realm as his sister said, his mind went insane. Madness consumed his psyche, as his thoughts couldn't become concrete. The control of his body was taken over by a specter formed from all his resentment and dark emotions.
The fruits harvested from the Necrotic Plane had the power to awaken a person's darkest self, those that were already dark and wicked were not affected, but those that held just and righteous hearts deep down and had yet to fall into darkness would be the most affected by this fruit.
"No… Stop, my body!" Jormungandr cried internally. "Why am I doing this?! Why am I killing my own granddaughter?! STOP! Please… Someone… somebody stop me… Kill me!"
"Unnnggh…! GRANDPA!" Roared Yiksukesh. "Why don't you remember me?!" His granddaughter continued crying, as her magic fired countless spears made of materialized Divine Poison and Darkness.
