Alex dropped to his knees with a guttural, inhuman cry, the sound echoing through his collapsing Domain.
His vision twisted—pain like molten iron coursed through his veins, fire and ice stabbing every nerve.
Inside his mind, the system's voice sounded almost weary.
[ Host, I warned you before—the time is up. ]
Alex's head spun violently as dozens of images and memories crashed through his mind. Lily's voice, Alden's teasing, Alicia's laughter—each memory a blade, each feeling a hammer striking his soul.
His world flickered as the domain shattered around him.
System messages rattled before Alex's failing vision:
[ The skill: Origin Collapse is forcibly deactivating. ]
Suddenly, power left his body. Strength, energy, will—all drained like water from a broken vessel. His knees buckled, his face hit the floor with a dull thud.
Further system alerts bombarded his consciousness:
[ Host's soul is under massive strain. ]
