The hunger was unbearable.
In the days that followed Kain continued absorbing any core fragments that he could find.
Although Pangea had never looked better, Kain could feel it gnawing at the edges of his mind, growing sharper with every fragment he absorbed.
At first, it had been manageable—a persistent but ignorable sensation that he had grown accustomed to. But now, as the latest fragment's energy surged through him, it was no longer just a hunger. It was a demand.
His hands had developed a permanent tremor. Sleep came in fitful bursts when it came at all, his dreams filled with just his subconscious relentlessly hunting for more of that violet energy in the dark.
