The sound of violent vomiting echoed out as Damon threw up everything he had been forced to eat. He doubled over, his hands braced weakly on the floor while his chest heaved.
He scratched at his tongue in a panic, as if terrified the taste of human flesh and organs would cling to his taste buds forever. There was a tired and hollow look in his eyes.
It was as if this single trial had drained his soul away. Lazarak took a step toward him, hands rising on instinct to help, but he stopped himself and bit his lips hard.
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