The moment the selections were completed, John's vision changed.
When he opened his eyes again, he immediately felt weak and powerless, as though he had not eaten for several days.
A dull ache lingered throughout his entire body.
His surroundings were dark and damp, while the stench of something resembling rotting corpses continuously assaulted his nostrils, causing him to frown.
John examined the strength within his body and thought,
"It seems all my supernatural power has been forcibly stripped away by the will of the universe."
"In other words, I am now nothing more than an ordinary mortal."
"I can die."
"I can feel pain."
"And I will grow old."
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, John finally saw where he was.
He was inside an incredibly filthy prison cell.
At that moment, an agonized scream suddenly rang out from somewhere in the distance.
"Help!"
"Stop hitting me!"
"It hurts!"
Sharp cracking sounds echoed repeatedly.
There was no mistaking it.
