Eventually, Lu Sheng's energy ran out, and his strikes slowed. He let the cane rest at his side, glaring at the two miserable guards curled on the ground in pain.
[Are you done?]
Lu Sheng clenched his fists. "Don't start with me right now!"
[Or what? You'll beat me too?]
"Shut up! Don't get cheeky with me!"
[What did I do?]
"Everything! Everything is my problem, isn't it?"
[Well, technically, yes.]
"Don't! Just don't!"
The guards exchanged nervous glances, unsure who Lu Sheng was talking to. Their bodies hurt, aching with pain, but they didn't dare move. They silently hoped Lu Sheng wouldn't start hitting them again.
Still, they tried to comfort themselves with a comforting thought: 'This pain would be nothing compared to the Infernal Hellfire.'
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Abel floated in darkness, a void of nothingness, until something pierced, something burned through the darkness—light, breath, and then—
