"Ack!"
Damien clutched his head in pain as a wave of fragmented memories rushed into his spiritual world.
Death, destruction, darkness; these three words were the only ones he could use to describe their contents.
'What is this?' He wondered as he tried to organize the messy array of images.
It wasn't just the fact that he'd devoured 100 of them at once, even the memories of each individual were in pieces, never following a singular time flow.
Like shards of glass littered across his spiritual world, the memories remained. But regardless of how he tried, he was unable to find order within them.
'Is something missing?'
When he devoured the Fifth Primal Sovereign, he was shown a great deal of the latter's life. Damien had no way of knowing if he saw everything, but he knew that at least the important parts were covered.
