"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Archon screamed.
A scream so desperate, so… soul-shaking that… for a moment, the entire void turned silent.
His soul shook violently, covered in needles—thousands of them—each one buried into him, each one showing the amount of agony he had just gone through.
There was no blood.
There was no wound to heal.
Only agony.
Pure, endless agony.
And the worst part?
The number of needles around him hadn't lowered. It was as if… the more needles were used, the more appeared again.
And it was… horrifying.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Archon screamed again. At this point, his scream had turned into a shriek—something that couldn't even be recognized. Yes, he was losing his mind.
Nux was standing a few meters away from him, his hands behind his back as he watched him like an old man watching the weather.
There was this strange calmness on his face, as if he had all the time in the Universe.
