As the egg cracked, a surge of pure malevolence, resentment, despair, and all the essence of the Abyss erupted, spilling out in waves—thick, viscous shadows rolling over the frozen lake like a tidal wave of black ichor.
[Host, you must move swiftly or you will lose the opportunity to claim your disciple.]
Kaelthyr moved in an instant, though it wasn't flying—it felt more like teleportation, fueled entirely by the negativity radiating from his disciple.
From the First Soul, he had gained so much that even he would need years to fully comprehend it.
Still, some abilities came naturally, like drawing power from the Abyss—or rather, from the resentment, despair, and countless other dark emotions.
The First Soul had been steeped in these feelings for countless Cycles, and by now, it might have been the most resentful of them all.
Yet the amulet turned these burdens into sources of strength instead of weighing him down.
