Spark thought he understood the limit of pain. He thought he could withstand pain. He believed his will could triumph over pain. But he was wrong — very wrong.
Lu Ming took his time enlightening him, showing him layers he had never conceived to even exist, layers of pain he never thought possible. Whenever Spark believed he had seen the worst, the lunatic just kept unearthing more.
The metal clamps around his limbs shone with an ethereal hue, corresponding to the rods that had been lodged all over his body — his eyes, his abdomen, his knees, and many more.
