'I haven't even gotten the chance to check all the changes that happened to me after becoming a grandmaster,' Baines thought to himself, as he knelt in the dim, oppressive air of the 5th Division's underground cells, his hand resting lightly on the groin of the battered Storm criminal. The man's body was a canvas of bruises and scars, yet his eyes burned with defiance, unyielding despite the torture he'd endured.
The 5th Division members watched closely, their curiosity tinged with skepticism. What was Baines planning? Stripping the prisoner? Castration? The Storm criminal, unfazed, sneered through bloodied lips. "Kill me. I'll say nothing."
Baines ignored the taunt as he channeled his soul energy. He probed the criminal's energy streams, and with a faint twang echo in the cell, it was followed by a scream that tore through the silence like a blade through cloth.
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
