Some time had passed, but Nero was still slightly under the effect of the last injection which put him in a highly euphoric state. Despite the grave situation, when Nero laid eyes on his lost spear, all he felt was extreme, untainted elation.
"My spear," he had whispered in disbelief and excitement, completely ignoring the gruesome, deadly thing that was holding onto the spear.
But then that thing spoke, and the mood changed.
"My spear," it said in a voice fitting one's worst nightmare. It was an abomination come to life, an amalgamation of two equally monstrous beings - a berserker and the tentacles which had taken over Jack's body. It was death incarnate for the young Neophytes.
Yet Nero did not feel fear. Instead, he felt like his reunion with his long, lost spear had been ruined by this ugly thing. His pure, wholesome elation suddenly turned into a furious, raging anger.
