[Salone]

Na'lsa reeled as he tried to withstand the power that wracked his body. A wave of madness assaulted him, cleaving his already weak mind apart as it tried to wrestle away his sanity. He screamed, trying to regain control of his own body and self away from the poisonous nectar that flowed within him. Blackness overwhelmed him. He thrashed madly, seams in his flesh from old wounds beginning to unravel slowly as he was unable to maintain them. He began to slip...to let go of who he was.

No...

"NO!"

All at once his eyes shot open. He could not fail. Not with this power he barely held to. Like holding on to a downed powerline to keep himself from being swept away by rapids, he willed himself to hold on. Na'lsa struggled to his feet. His eyes adjusted, gauging the fight before him. In the back of his head, he knew somewhere that there was no hope. But hope was not his concern...only hunger was there. That ever present, gnawing hunger. And with all the raw force that he possessed, his appetite set its sights on the Murderer himself.

Na'lsa jumped, legs like coiled springs as he sailed through the air. Hungering maw opened wide, he lunged at the wraith. There was no self preservation. No tact. Only the desire to consume. Only to devour Cain.