Sol struggled for hours.
He had been forced to watch his friend get stabbed repeatedly, tortured beyond recognition, healed with dark magic, then tortured again and then burnt alive and eaten when his voice gave out and his will to live had all but faded.
"....." A pool of blood beneath his head, and hundreds of teeth around his face, Sol stared dead-eyed at the ashes of what remained of Griffon's body.
"On to the next one then?" The sword demon asked, and Sol's mind snapped like a suspension cable, before the sword demon could touch Jun who had been unconscious all this time magic began pouring out of his body, waves and waves of it, startling the Demon King out of his boredom when the tail that had skewered Sol and suppressed him for hours was torn off.
