"I won't suffer alone," Zkeron muttered, his voice dripping with hatred. His dark and furious gaze bore into Lein, as if trying to pierce him with sheer malice.
The remaining dark energy in his body began to gather into his heart, seeping into every crevice and cavity. The process was swift, like a serpent slithering into its prey.
The more dark energy entered Zkeron's heart, the larger it grew. Its shape became grotesque and terrifying—the black veins coiling around it seemed alive, pulsing with a chilling rhythm.
"Heart of the Void," Zkeron muttered weakly, yet his words carried a deadly intent.
The massive heart, once pulsating inside his chest, now floated in the air, rotating slowly and emitting an increasingly intense black aura.
Its beat echoed throughout the void, exerting a crushing pressure on every being nearby.
"Hahaha… This curse will kill you," he said in a raspy voice. His laughter was bitter, filled with deep resentment.