"Why do you exist?" Adyr asked the question not with a rational mind but from pure instinct, feeling that it needed to be asked, as if it were pulled straight from somewhere deep inside him.
He was not expecting an answer. He did not even truly understand what the question he had asked meant or to whom he was addressing it.
But the figure answered.
"How many more times must I be unmade to reach eternity?"
The voice rang inside Adyr's skull. It was the very same voice that had been echoing inside his head for a while now, heavy and familiar. It pushed his already shaking mind once again to the edge of crumbling, like pressure building against glass.
He once again felt the thirst and hunger swell inside him as he turned his gaze to his other arm, the still intact one. Then he started to eat its flesh, teeth tearing into his skin without a second of hesitation.
Seeing this, a deep frown appeared on the figure's unreadable face as it took a step forward.
