"AAAHH!!"
The young demon continued screaming, his voice echoing through the underground corridor as he tore violently at his own body with his serrated claws. It was as if he could no longer endure the skin wrapped around him, as if the very surface of his body had become a prison he desperately needed to escape.
His claws raked across his chest, his arms, even his shoulders, cutting deep grooves into the thick crimson skin.
And Sakaar continued watching.
Coldly.
Calmly.
What was happening to the demon now was not unusual. In fact, it was something that always occurred the first time someone swallowed a dose of space beast blood. Because of that, none of the demons around him showed the slightest concern.
Seven out of ten who consumed it would end up collapsing like this.
Their bodies would be overwhelmed by the violent surge of energy flooding through their veins. They would fall to the ground, unable to move, unable to fight, barely able to breathe.
