Yes he wanted it all, he wanted to consume it mindlessly, the earth, the skie, he wanted it all. He felt hollow, like nothing could fill the void within.
It was greed, the sin of greed was forming..
Indeed, Nioh's eyes were burning with a deep crimson light now. The once controlled, calculating expression he had worn at the beginning of his assault was now replaced with something darker—something primal.
His movements grew less refined, more reckless, as if each strike of his umbrella was a desperate attempt to feed his insatiable hunger for power. The soft click of each needle piercing zombie flesh became the sound of something far more brutal: a jagged, chaotic symphony of violence.
