CHAPTER 211
The agony the boy was enduring was worse than death itself… not that he had actually died before, but the sensation was unparalleled.
It felt as though a thousand incandescent needles were prickling him from the inside out.
Simultaneously, his bones were crumbling and regenerating at such a rapid velocity that his mind felt like it could shatter from the sheer torment.
A heavy, throbbing headache—one that felt like his brain was being clobbered continuously with a massive hammer—washed over him, causing his vision to blur into a chaotic mess of colors.
He couldn't even distinguish the floor from the ceiling. His senses were dulled, drowned out by the symphony of his own suffering.
"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Another harrowing scream tore from his parched lips as he coughed out a spray of dark blood.
"RAY!" Van shouted in immediate, visceral panic.
He rushed forward without a second thought.
