Kahn could feel his body dissipating.
'E—Eh…?'
Was he dying? At long last?
He had no idea how long he had spent receiving the same monotonous pain from his adversary.
It could have been hundreds of years—no, it was most likely more.
During that period, he had tried everything he could do to win. He even took the first initiative, and lunged at the enemy with all his might, but…
He couldn't reach!
He stopped midway, unable to continue.
It was like his body had slowed down… and then inevitably paused. Before Kahn could understand it—
>BOOOOOOMMMM!!!<
—He had died again.
At some point, he gave up and made peace with his weakness. Unfortunately, he couldn't get used to the pain.
Since his body kept being repaired, it felt like a new sensation of agony every time Neron struck.
Pain. Pain. And even more Pain. That was all Kahn knew for so long.
He yearned for salvation. He prayed for release.
And finally, it was coming to him!
