Darkness enveloped him.
Kael floated in a sea of shadows, where time and space seemed to have ceased to exist. It was like falling endlessly into himself—no ground, no end. Distant sounds echoed like whispers, scratching at his mind with distorted, nearly incomprehensible words.
"Accept… the beast…"
The voice came like muffled thunder—guttural, laced with malevolence. It was deep, vibrating with corrupted, demonic energy.
Kael tried to resist, but he couldn't move—his body bound by invisible chains that tightened the more he struggled.
"You were born to hunt… Souls. Monsters. Gods. Everything that exists… You are the predator… Let the hunger take over… Stop clinging to that disgusting thing you call humanity."
