The Eldritch’s Chaos and the troll’s Decay battled for supremacy like it had never happened before, not even the day when Xenagrosh had absorbed her clone. The two sides couldn’t hurt each other, their most savage attacks were nourishment for the opponent.

Yet both sides could still feel pain. The troll devoured the Eldritch and vice versa in a vicious, never-ending cycle. On the outside, Zoreth’s body seemed perfectly fine, but on the inside, she kept dying over and over again.

The Shadow Dragon tilted her head back and opened her mouth, releasing an ululating scream of agony.

She tried using darkness fusion to numb the pain, but the Decay of the troll side devoured it before the darkness element reached its destination. Light fusion was useless as well, consumed by the Chaos the moment it approached the open wounds in the life forces.

“Why didn’t you warn us?” Lith tried everything he could to stop the rampage inside Zoreth’s body and failed.

“Because I suspected this could happen, but I had no certainty.” Leegaain replied. “Also, would you have left Zoreth as she was if I had told you that treating her might have side effects?”

“No.” Solus admitted, while doing her best to sedate the Shadow Dragon. “She has been imprisoned in mind and body, tortured, and left a shadow of herself. If there were just a small chance to heal Zoreth, we would have taken it.”