Demonion Gaiden 01 -

Inside, the walls wept a black ichor. The air tasted of rust and ozone. And in the deepest cavern, surrounded by the broken bodies of the Thornwood villagers who had dared to touch it, lay the Fragment.

It was a rib. A single, thirty-foot-long rib of black metal and living sinew. Runes of annihilation pulsed along its length, dying and igniting in a slow, painful rhythm. It was alive. And it was hungry. Demonion Gaiden 01

Zagan traveled alone. He had no legion left, only rage and a limp from a wound that never fully healed. Thornwood was a pathetic smear of huts clinging to a hillside. The humans there were not heroes. They were farmers. Grave-robbers. Fools. Inside, the walls wept a black ichor