The immortal power finally lost his shape. The speed of resurrection couldn't keep up with the effects of the damage to his existence anymore. His body folded upon itself in ways that are surely not comfortable. Even an unfeeling cardboard box should not be folded, wrinkled, creased, and compressed into a ball like that. It is simply inhumane.
He is in so much pain that he can't think straight. He is dying over and over again. He feels the pain of his death each time he dies. The only thing he is experiencing right now is that pain. If there is a fate worse than death, then this is it. But he can't end it. His immortality has become his curse.
"At least something is going well." Soverick nodded appreciatively.
