The pain felt like a flash of heat, one so acute and hot it reminded Theron of a solar flare. It was like the Devil himself was using the rays of the sun to lash against his body, hitting with such firm fury that the nerves beneath were eviscerated.
His mind went white and he collapsed. But if the ice hadn't frozen his face in place, he would have worn a ferocious expression to the very end.
There was probably not the smallest corner of Theron that thought this would lead to anything but his death. It didn't take a genius to understand what would happen if Heaven's fury descended on him now.
He was frozen in place, unable to move, lacking the slightest bit of soul stamina, unable to use his Mana, and what little bit of consciousness he had left was freezing to ice.
What could he do other than watch his body shatter to pieces?
But this moment was important to him—too important.
