A low growl rumbled from his stomach, the sound echoing faintly in the now silent boss chamber.
For a moment, his eyes clouded, the haze of hunger twisting his thoughts into something primal.
He could almost taste the demon's flesh in his mind—feel the satisfaction of devouring it whole.
His hands even twitched slightly, his body screaming for him to give in.
But then he quickly shook his head, snapping out of it with a rough exhale.
His messy hair swayed as he forced himself to stand straighter, pushing down that unbearable craving.
He needed to focus. He needed control. He had survived the fight, against all odds, and now wasn't the time to lose himself to hunger like a beast.
His eyes narrowed, and that was when he suddenly remembered.
Just before the demon had attacked him—before that hellish battle even began—something had flashed before his vision.
