Confrontation

Drake hit Igris over and over and although he couldn't feel the pain, his regeneration couldn't exactly keep up, and neither could his bodily functions such as movement. 'Am I going to die here?'. Igris's thought to himself after his hearing started to diminish. 'I can't feel my face...but I can tell it's broken'. He watched Drake continuously pound into him with glowing scarlet eyes. 'He's gone berserk, huh? No wonder he's not stopping'. He would have smiled if he could feel his face. 'At least I saved Dave and got to apologize to him, he must have gotten away by now. I guess I'm gonna die this time...'. He let himself fade into his conscience.

There was a time when he'd tried to consume ashes from the primordial fog and he'd almost run mad from so many voices inside his head. In the end, he'd had to confront his mother to help extract the demon souls he'd swallowed.