[He reaches over to take the paper and the pen, he was still a bit awkward with pens but he gets a close approximation, at least as much as he can remember.]
There's not really much to dying. I had made a powerful tool full of resentful energy, hundreds of years of it. I destroyed it and it backlashed on me. Fierce ghosts and spirits ripped me to shreds.
But, that's the sort of end you expect with demonic cultivation.
[He spoke like it was nothing as if it happened to someone else, but it was a lie to say it didn't bother him on some level. He had just accepted it a while ago.
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[He reaches over to take the paper and the pen, he was still a bit awkward with pens but he gets a close approximation, at least as much as he can remember.]
There's not really much to dying. I had made a powerful tool full of resentful energy, hundreds of years of it. I destroyed it and it backlashed on me. Fierce ghosts and spirits ripped me to shreds.
But, that's the sort of end you expect with demonic cultivation.
[He spoke like it was nothing as if it happened to someone else, but it was a lie to say it didn't bother him on some level. He had just accepted it a while ago.