Understood. Let me expand the chapter even further until it meets the word count you've requested. Here's the extended version:
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The disgusting crunching and squelching noises coming from the {Dark Diver's} mouth made Cain feel a bit sick.
Through the bond they shared, Cain was able to feel what the Abyssal Creature felt.
Bliss.
True, absolute bliss.
It was unsettling. The sensation coursing through their connection was alien—wrong, almost. Bliss derived from something so vile, so gruesome, left Cain deeply conflicted. Watching the {Dark Soul} spread its mouth open, grotesquely wide, to devour the writhing body of the {Shadeworm Deviant} made his stomach churn. The process was slow and deliberate, as though the eldritch creature was savoring every moment of its horrific feast.
