The expressions of the Death Deers shifted rapidly, their once-ferocious eyes now filled with confusion and fear.
A strange, oppressive power had severed the connection between them and their demon cores, rendering the cores unrecognizable to their own bodies.
It was as if they had been stripped of their very essence, reduced to nothing more than ordinary wild animals.
Without the ability to command their cores, the Death Deers were powerless to self-destruct, cutting off their last path of retreat. And this was only the beginning of their nightmare.
Before long, the cores began to forcefully reject their owners. The grayish cores started to shed their outer layers, as though someone were refining them in real-time.
The Death Deers were overwhelmed with terror, their primal instincts screaming that they had encountered the emissary of death itself.
