The room reeked of fear and desperation. I stood over Adrian's trembling form, my own body weakening from the prolonged battle. Each breath felt like drawing in fire.
"Had enough?" I asked, watching as Adrian's latest wounds healed, leaving his skin unmarred but his mind fractured.
An hour of torture had passed. I'd broken his body more times than I could count—snapped bones, crushed organs, severed limbs—only to watch them regenerate so I could start anew. My spiritual power had drained significantly with each attack.
Adrian lay curled on the floor, his immortal body intact but his spirit shattered. His eyes had the vacant stare of a man pushed beyond his breaking point.
"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "No more."
I knelt beside him, my golden aura flickering weaker than before. "Then end this illusion. Return us to reality."
