Something snapped.
The resistance, gone. Completely. But it wasn't just that – it didn't feel like it. Something deeper. The feeling wasn't pain. It was the sensation of touching something inside his mind he was never supposed to touch. Something that was inside of him but wasn't quite him. Alive.
Raizen's eyes went wide.
The images hit him all at once.
Not one at a time. Not in sequence. Not like a film, where one frame follows the next and the brain has time to process each before the next arrives. This was everything.
Everything. A thousand images in a fraction of a second, slamming into his mind with the force of a wave breaking against a cliff - and somehow, impossibly, he processed every single one.
He saw death.
