The thing pushed me onward. Onward through terror, through hell. Past burning corpse after burning corpse. Past uncountable screams filled with terror, with pleading.
Kill! You kill!
[Souls acquired: 1,000]
I was walking through a hell of my own making. The thing was merely acting as a guide, telling me that he didn't need to control me anymore.
I had become a devil myself.
As if to accentuate its point, the thing receded back into the depths of my mind with a final laugh.
A message popped in front of me as a cruel reminder.
[Dragon's Breath: Cover the battlefield in hellfire, negating all healing aspects.]
No matter how much I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to revive them. I wouldn't be able to heal anyone still clinging on to life.
