Phantom
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Cursed Island of Demons

What was it Nezerif had thrown into his mouth, apparently she had said that it would help with the healing process. It must of been quite something if was she said was true and...the taste, it was familiar to Phantom, yet distinct at the same time.

It seemed to be just a scrap of bone, going by how hard it was. That or a rock, which was doubtful considering...

Yes, this was definitely a delicacy Phantom had long waited to find an excuse to feast on once more...

Demon, and not just any demon either.

He grinned at his good fortune, it seemed that battle had been even more worthwhile then he first thought. Now he could take Nezerif's advice and take this to the necromancers, but the humans in this realm had a wise, old saying: You are what you eat.

Yes, wise words indeed, especially for the cursed dragon which they applied to quite literally.

With a gulp, he swallowed the fragment and felt the effects instantly. Power surged through his very being and his arms began to reform before his very eyes. She had said that it would help, but this speed was astonishing, even more so considering that the healing process wasn't being augmented by the Necromancers.

But most important, the taste...the taste! If there was such a thing as a demon heaven, Phantom was now in it. The common meat of an underling or the new mix of human and demon just could not compare to this!

"Delicious!"

Phantom exclaimed, shouting high into the air, his fists clenched and his wings spread. Every demon on the island would have been sure to hear him with that shout of ecstasy. However just as quickly as the feeling had overwhelmed him, it left.

Puzzled, Phantom closed and opened his hands. They had been remade, yes, but they still felt...weak? Strange, it seemed he would have to pay the necromancers a visit after all. Sighing, he found the closest group of them and gave a simple command:

"Heal me."