In the heart of the temple, amidst a tempest of divine wrath and mortal defiance, Chiron stood ensnared in a trance that transcended the physical realm.
The pressure exerted by the gods was a relentless assault, a sensation akin to being crushed under the weight of immense, red-hot boulders.
The aura runes etched into his skin, once symbols of stolen divinity and power, now turned against him, branding his flesh with the ferocity of their origin. Each rune became a conduit for the gods' dominance, searing into him with an intensity that defied endurance.
Blood streamed from Chiron's mouth, a vivid testament to the brutality of the gods' retribution.
The pain, so overwhelming in its scope, paradoxically served to keep him agonizingly alert, each pulse of agony a stark reminder of his precarious grasp on life. In this crucible of suffering, where the boundary between life and death blurred, Chiron's spirit teetered on the brink of annihilation.
