Rory had no idea what was happening outside.
The moment her mental power entered Xarion's consciousness sea, she was stunned by what she saw.
Xarion's inner world was completely different from anyone she had encountered before.
Paros, Jasper, and Nix—their consciousness seas had all been blazing infernos.
But Xarion's... It was filled with countless razor-sharp ice spikes.
Even worse, the spikes weren't static. They seemed alive, constantly stabbing into the walls of his mental barrier.
Each spike was like a sword.
Xarion was enduring the agony of being pierced through the heart by a thousand blades—every single moment.
No wonder he had looked half-dead since the day he appeared. Who could possibly remain energetic under that kind of torment?
The fact that his mind hadn't completely collapsed under such pain was already absurdly impressive.
The soothing methods Rory had used on Paros and Jasper were utterly useless here.
