forever changing, you and I

Make no mistake, Illuga should be incinerating. He’s known ever since he was little that this resistance to the substance isn’t natural. It shouldn’t be secondary nature to breathe and consume, to snack and eat the moondust coating the land and infusing with the creatures, and if he had been anybody else, perhaps he would already be dead. But no, he just feels full.

Not uncomfortably full. As the Abyss fizzles out, Illuga feels like he’s just at maximum capacity, instead of satiated.

Illuga feels powerful.

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for once Illuga's not Going Through The Horrors