Nero gasped, his bloodshot eyes snapping open, the stone bed beneath him cold and jarring enough to snap him out of his fever dream.
It all had felt so real.
He looked around.
The masked figures were still there, working and injecting things into his body.
'What...!'
His eyes widened as another surge of pain filled him. The pain had not stopped, not even lessened. It continued to burn through him, relentless and unyielding despite his compromised state of mind.
At first, he had thought madness had made its way into his mind again. However, that didn't seem to be the case.
At least not directly this time.
This time, he was simply seeing and feeling things that weren't there.
Hallucinations layered on his mind as it fractured under the strain of the modifications, unable to distinguish between reality and nightmare.
His vision flickered again...
