MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%

Graphic (gore, death)
Again, another wave of pain split into his own mind, challenging him to release her; but he bit down, calling on necrotic spores to break down the tissue surrounding her bone. He didn't care how long it would take, he would take her whole skeleton with him if he needed to, but he was leaving with her stone one way or another.
His anger was perhaps too much fuel, and the necrosis spread through her body like a wildfire, eating her away in a bubbling mess of blood and flesh, tinted with the greenish-black of rot. When her stone was free enough, Astraea gave one last pull, breaking her breastbone free from her still disintegrating body. His fungi retreated back to him, carrying the broken piece of bone in a wave of fungal matter, and dropped it at his feet.
Meanwhile, his eyes found the pup again; they were narrow, sinister, and threatening. "I will kill you too," came his voice, a guttural sound from deep within his chest, "if you choose to spread this... information. Confirm that you understand."