[Serph winces. That hammer Jayce held in the waking world had seemed incredibly heavy, except when it was activated, corruption humming through its core. But this hammer looks near pristine in comparison. Like Jayce, it looks like the wear and tear of time has been peeled back.
His gaze stays on Jayce's injured leg, can't quite help the subconscious swallow of saliva as hunger gnaws at the edges of his consciousness more insistently than usual.]
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His gaze stays on Jayce's injured leg, can't quite help the subconscious swallow of saliva as hunger gnaws at the edges of his consciousness more insistently than usual.]
Why do you regret making it?