From the broken hole that Azrael had torn into the domain with his aura of domination, an overwhelming surge of energy burst forth.
Massive streams of raw, pulsating life force spiraled toward him, flooding into his dying body as if the world itself was offering him tribute.
His veins glowed with an unholy light, searing through his skin like molten fire. The gaping hole in his chest closed in an instant, flesh knitting together under the torrent of unnatural energy.
Then he felt it—his strength rising.
The aura around him darkened, becoming more savage and oppressive with every heartbeat. The ground trembled beneath him as he slowly stood, arms spread wide. A maniacal smile crept across his face.
"Yes… this is it. Give me more… more… more!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the shattering space.
Whispers erupted in his mind like banshees shrieking.
'Kill… kill… kill… destroy everything. Give tribute to the god of death.'
