He focused inward, summoning the depth of his power. Greed, the ever-present force that flowed through him, wrapped around his hands and heart, pooling within his chest as he bent his will to the task before him. There was nothing else but the suffering that demanded to be alleviated. His grip tightened, drawing the pain away, his own body throbbing in response, but he endured.
Every inch of his being stretched thin as he siphoned the agony from Fedlimid, pulling it into himself and feeding it to the dark magic that whispered within.
