Akun remained on his knees, his hand still clutching his chest as he struggled to understand the messages that echoed in his mind. The pain was sharp and it didn't look like it would be stopping any time soon, far beyond anything he had ever experienced. It wasn't just physical; it felt as if his very essence, the core of his being, was being torn apart from within.
Genreia, still kneeling beside him, watched him as he became even more uneasy as Akun's face twisted in agony. Her eyes darted from his clenched fist to the blood on the cobblestones.
Akun was the strongest person she knew, someone who always seemed invincible. To see him brought low like this was terrifying.
"Master, please!" Genreia pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "You need to stop! Whatever you're doing, it's hurting you!"
Akun's breathing was labored, each breath seemed harder then the least, against the intense pressure building in his chest.
