The Demon Lord

Debris floated around Yur as he lay flat, the overwhelming pressure crushing him into the fractured earth beneath.

"Fuck!" Yur growled, his voice strained with rage.

You deserve this!

Suffer!

Die, demon!

"Fuck off!" Yur shouted furiously.

[Warning!]

[Insanity Rising!]

Blood seeped from Yur's mouth and eyes, not from the crash, but from the vicious whispers stabbing at his mind. Veins bulged on his forehead, his expression contorted in uncontrollable fury.

Die!

Die!

Just die already!

Yur's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened, nails piercing his palms.

[Sanity: 89/100 (>50 = Insanity!)]

[Insanity Entering Dangerous Level!]

Still pinned helplessly to the ground, Yur's breathing became increasingly ragged. Inside his Cyralim, chaos reigned—the Moon of Freed Slaves trembled, web-like cracks spreading across its luminous surface.