Lying prostrate on the ground, his body wracked with unending pain, Asher teetered on the brink of complete surrender.
The realm of agony Lubac had conjured was relentless, each wave of torment crashing over him with more intensity than the last.
His vision blurred, and the edges of his form began to glow with a sinister heat, signaling the onset of the molten transformation that would seal his fate as a statue of eternal agony.
In this crucible of suffering, his mind spun chaotically, grappling with the pain that threatened to unravel his very essence.
It was in this darkest moment, as he felt his resolve melting away and about to drown in a sea of agony, a hand suddenly caught him.
As his head slowly surfaced from the sea of agony, he saw Rowena holding onto his hand, followed by Isola, Naida, Amelia, Ceti, and Merina…all of them trying to pull him up and looking at him with warmth and love.
