A deafening shriek just like the previous moth's resounded throughout the hallway, even more concentrated because of how narrow the place was.
Kairos could feel the sound ripping through his flesh and skin to get out there.
Despite knowing it wasn't going to be pleasant, it was more painful than he expected. It was a kind of pain that was hard to understand, simply because it didn't feel like a cut or a bruise.
However it seemed like he wasn't the only one that was under these effects. The warlock-like monk fell to one knee, holding onto the sides of his head with a deep frown. While he may have not cried out in pain, it may as well have happened given his state.
Kairos wanted to take advantage of this state, but he was genuinely not much better off, considering both he was at the center of the attack, hurting himself the most, and also the fact he felt it twice over, racking him full of pain.
