"Time up" Kailen's calm voice pervaded the whole arena.
His movements halted, he turned, gaze locked on Jin—feeling every ounce of universe energy, every bit of strength drain from him.
The effects of the temporary strength inducement elixir kicked.
Jin coughed a mouthful of blood.
His movements staggered.
He almost fell.
A clear proof of how weak he had become.
"Shit," he cursed.
Although he was extremely weak, his weak, terrified gaze lingered on that of Darkhaven:
A smile, a terrifying one.
A cold, malevolent expression bleeding bloodlust.
Then, Darkhaven disappeared.
Jin felt a hand grip his head, halting his fall.
Then a calm voice that felt like a death sentence, extremely faint, resounded in Jin's mind.
"Art of torture, first skill—Mask of empathy."
(A/N Mask of empathy is the first skill of the Art of Torture: The victim is forced to feel the negative emotions they've caused in others—pain, betrayal, loss, etc.—projected onto them one by one.)
