As Adam lowered himself into the steaming waters, a deceptive warmth first greeted his skin.
But it was short-lived.
Within seconds, the multi-colored liquid began to seep through every pore, unnaturally fast and deliberate as if it were truly alive and searching for weakness in Adam's frail and injured body.
A burning sensation spread across the youth's body like wildfire.
First came the itching beneath the flesh, as if invisible thorns were wriggling underneath his skin.
Then, it escalated.
It was a sensation of sizzling pain, like molten iron being poured straight into his veins. Adam's back arched involuntarily, and his fingernails dug into the edges of the ceramic tub.
He screamed until his throat gave out, and even then his body continued to writhe in absolute pain and agony. His breathing became ragged, and every exhale was a gasp for sanity.
Outside, Valerian had an extremely concerned look on his face when he saw his brother enduring such unimaginable pain.
