...The Master Of Ruin

Still catching his breath, Pyris stared at the tiny chubby creature resting in his lap. Its round, plump body barely moved, only the slow rise and fall of its breathing proving it was alive. But what stood out the most were the wings. Small, but undeniably powerful, tucked neatly against its back.

His heart pounded. His body was drenched in sweat, yet a shiver ran down his spine. The pain, the agonizing tearing sensation—it was all gone. But along with it… so was Ruin.

The moment this thing had appeared, every ounce of Ruin's presence in him vanished. One second, he had felt the terrifying, boundless might of it coursing through his veins, his body screaming to hold it all in. And the next?

Nothing.

Like it had never been there at all.