"How are you controlling my divinity mortal!" Dracula's world were spoken from the a charred husk similar to the one the wyvern had made Carl, the only difference was that he was regenerating.
"Your divinity? Mortal? You're nothing more than a cowardly little parasite, feeding on humans because you're too scared to die yourself. Don't act like you're superior." Carl stepped forward and used raw divinity to rip out a piece of his soul.
Dracula screamed, his cries echoing across the molten rock that only solidified beneath Carl's feet. The new magma lake was immense, spanning a kilometer in every direction and even the volcano that their home once backed onto had been melted into the puddle.
"Sorry Gaia, I have ruined this world... " Carl looked down, magma itself no challenge for Dracula's unnatural regeneration, the charred husk was now a fully formed torso, left arm and bald head. "...You took my mother's arm. Did you expect me to hold back after that?"
