"...!"
The pain seeped into every corner of his body.
It surged through his bones, tore through his muscles, and finally clawed its way into his mind.
Lazarus felt the pain vividly.
It was sharp, and it sent chills down every corner of his body.
He wanted to scream.
Scream until his lungs gave out, until it felt like he had ripped them straight from his chest.
However, in the faintest of corners, a figure appeared, soothing his pain.
Comforting it.
'....I've been through much worse. This is nothing. You can easily withstand this.'
'I've been tortured for six months by a dragon. I've been poisoned by some strange creature. I've endured so much pain, I've ripped my own hair out because of it. I've endured days without food, living next to a bunch of dead people. I've lost someone who is very dear to me. Had to let go of someone I love.'
'What you're experiencing.... It's nothing.'
'With my help, you can withstand it. You can—'
No.
