"Khhh…ARGH!"
Atlas roared out in pain. He controlled a knife inside of his own mind, and he was cutting into the most important part of his being.
"AAAARGH!"
He roared freely knowing that nobody could hear him. The pain that came from his very core made him feel like death was a better option. His entire body felt like it was being split apart slowly by a torture machine.
Still, he persevered. He kept hold of the knife and slashed, using all of the strength and fortitude he had to reach the end.
A year had passed. It was a year filled with countless attempts to finish this task. Now that it was coming to an end, Atlas was confident.
His soul tore slowly. Mere inches of surface took almost a minute to cut through, forcing Atlas to endure for a very long time.
But, despite the sweat that drenched him and the pain rocking his mind and body, he continued to push the knife downward until there was nothing more for him to cut.
"HAA…!"
