In the instant when the Dark Apocalypse descended with a roar, Motan slightly squinted his eyes, as some kind of ink-black pupils akin to an abyss gradually became clear.
"The sins of this world..."
He snapped his fingers again, and a second Dark Apocalypse descended from the sky, engulfing Tom Leicester, who was barely recognizable as human.
A silent howl emanated from the center of the black light pillar, not exactly pleasant to hear.
Motan raised his hand, dispersing the pitch-black night, and let out a soft sigh...
"I can still tolerate it."
...
Pain! Excruciating pain! Heart-wrenching pain!
The moment the first light pillar descended from the sky and struck him, Tom Leicester's fury dissipated, leaving only a searing pain.
Pain in the literal sense, painful pain.
