RAGNA POV...
Just like before, I felt it—that wicked, intoxicating surge tearing through my veins as though my very blood had been set ablaze with festival drums and mad laughter—my entire body reacting violently to the sensation, trembling and tightening as if I were on the brink of bursting apart in maddening euphoria, my heart pounding so wildly in my chest that it no longer felt like a heart at all but a war drum of conquest beating in savage delight, each thump louder, faster, more ravenous than the last.
The rhythm intoxicated me. The rush of blood was so fierce, so overwhelming, that for a brief, dizzying moment I forgot where I stood. My eyelids quivered, fluttering like fragile wings caught in a storm, before snapping fully open—and when they did, the world reflected back in crimson. Lit. Glowing. Hungry.
[Requirements to devour a Cursed entity has been met]
[Analysing how many percentages of the cursed entity can be consumed]
[Devouring compatibility '1%/100%]
