RAGNA POV...
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[Devouring a cursed one has now begun]
I couldn't bring myself to care—not even a little. Whatever fragile line of hesitation still lingered in my mind snapped without ceremony, and before I even realized I had made the choice, my mouth opened on its own accord. I felt it then—the slow, nauseating stretch of my teeth as they elongated unnaturally, sliding out with a wet, deliberate pull.
They sank downward with dreadful precision, piercing into warm flesh as if it were nothing more than soft clay, and the moment they connected, a violent suction followed. Blood and flesh were dragged into me wantonly, greedily, as though something far older and far more vicious than myself had finally been let loose.
[HP: {150 → 42}]
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Marcus froze.
