Just as Ferid was speechifying, a chorus of other voices reached Crowley’s ears. The Templar Knights came before the door to this big room. His former comrades had come here.
“…D-Don’t…” Crowley begged. “Please don’t,” he pleaded.
But Ferid only laughed.
Just then, Crowley’s consciousness started growing hazy again. His brain was dying. The part of him that tried to remain human was dying. He felt it.
He was about to turn into something else. Something that was not human. Something abominable. Something completely diffe—
But that was where Crowley finally lost consciousness.