Kyle screamed as the dark, chaotic energy surged in from every direction, tearing into his body and soul without a hint of mercy.
The last thing he remembered was being thrown into Hell's Layer—a dark wormhole.
After that, there was only agony—pain so overwhelming that it drowned out all else, until he lost all sense of time and self.
Unlike him, Cassian didn't scream.
He simply coughed as his body was torn apart, glancing at Kyle through his fading consciousness with a bloodied smile.
"Still… so young… You'll get used to this… eventually. Really. You'll. Just like I did…"
Kyle didn't hear his words—he was too far gone. He had endured many forms of pain before, but this... this was beyond them all.
And he hated pain. Why? Why did it always have to be this way? Wasn't there some law, some power that could dull it—simply erase it completely, as if it had never existed?
Just how strong—how powerful—did he need to become to finally stop feeling it?
