Adam's body finally gave out. A shuddering cough wracked his serpentine form, and he vomited a torrent of dark, coppery blood onto the pale stone.
Agony, deep and systemic, pulsed from the void-rend wound in his chest, echoed by the hollow ache where his vitality had been permanently devoured. Instinctively, he tried to activate Blooming Vitality, but the well was dry. His mana core sputtered, empty and strained. The Glutton's Avatar had burned through everything.
Gritting his mental teeth, he began the slow, painful crawl towards Ignis and Alice. Every movement was a monumental effort. He reached them, his massive head lowering to the ground with a thud.
Ignis was holding Alice protectively, her own body a tapestry of cracks and burns. Her eyes were glazed with pain and exhaustion, but they burned with a desperate will to stay conscious.
