Pov Ivan:
It seemed that the more I struggled, the clearer my mind became as the flame of hatred grew and grew colder, the Berserk hatred that was previously difficult to bear became an eternal glacier bit by bit.
"(Use your hatred to attract those marked by death.)"
Crack Crack
Ding! Ding!
"< Death's Call >" (I)
GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
The Creatures of the Abyss weren't coming, but I couldn't let them escape, I didn't want to stop planting every single one of these plagues of existence.
That's when a female voice and as cold as my hatred spoke in my mind, it seemed for some reason that almost emotionless voice seemed comforting to me as if inviting me to an eternal embrace.
