The world had narrowed to nothing but blood, pain, and the sound of ragged breathing. Kaden could taste copper in his mouth, feel the sticky warmth of blood running down his arms, his chest, his back. The black veins that marked his demon blood ability had spread further than ever before, now reaching his shoulders and creeping up his neck. Each pulse sent waves of burning agony through his body, but he barely noticed it anymore.
Kaden's HP: 17/112
Across from him, the Horned Gleemer was a mess of torn scales and flowing black blood. Its broken horn jutted from its forehead like a jagged crown, dripping dark ichor down its face. Its once-fluid movements had become jerky, labored. The creature's breaths came in wet, gurgling sounds that echoed in the deathly quiet of the Arkon Expanse.
