Blood flowed like a stream as Makenna rolled in pain; blood gushed forth without restraint and it wouldn't be long before he'd pass out or even die from blood loss. Nero calmly watched from the side, not seeming interested to do anything. Makenna groaned as his body trembled from the pain; he didn't know why but the pain he felt was somewhat peculiar.
This was because the berserk of the Dark Domain still flowed through the pole, and when this pole stabbed his shoulder, that berserk energy also broke loose in his body. This energy was rampaging through his body like an angry bull, tearing his meridians and blood vessels apart slowing down his recovery. Makenna didn't know what this berserk power was nor did he know how to fight it. And when he tried to fight it, it caused the pain to multiply a dozen folds. Even when he didn't fight it, it still caused unspeakable pain to rack his body.
