I never stopped, even for a second as I laid waste to a drilling, horrifying the creatures in nineties centuries to come, as I continued drilling through the bruised part of his skull, digging in further and further, despite his attempts to stop me as he fell.
The WIC Soldiers, despite their aggressive nature towards me, didn't seem to be bothered by my support, in a way, they helped me, they're firing continued in the midst of my butchering.
Soon, I reached myself atop of Azazil's skull, in which he finally managed to gain a gasp on me fully, it was only for a time period, until I botched myself out of his control and freed, completely from his hold as I digged further and teared myself across the other part of his brain, in which I came out.
But before I did, there was this moment
