It wasn't just the pain alone. Or rather, the pain was just too difficult to describe.
What did it feel like when one part of you felt like it was being electrocuted, while another part was being crushed in stone? What if one aspect drilled needles into your mind and another burned through your inner organs?
It felt like the worst sort of tug of war, violent, abrasive, and lacking in complete regard for his life and survival.
In just three attacks, Sylas found himself on the brink of death already. Without his Scorpion Warlord armor, his Constitution was far too inferior to the geniuses here, and even if it wasn't, he wasn't completely certain that it would make much of a difference.
As the Rune Monsters acclimated themselves to the laws around them, their firing became faster and sharper, their Rune Foundations slowly increasing from 10 to 11, and then from 11 to 12.
Aether swirled about in a tempestuous storm and formations were activated to protect the spectators from harm for the first time in the competition.
Sylas hacked up a mouthful of blood that came out in sparkling shards of rouge foggy mist, an attack of ice ripping up his throat and replacing the burning sensation he had just been experiencing. Suddenly, his breath became frosty enough to ice over his own blood.
The rapid changes in temperature, the sudden swapping of elements, the randomized ripping and shredding of his body down to its very cells and through his once sturdy bones.
The sudden reversal had been reversed once more and with a fourth attack flashing before Sylas even faster than the rest, the exclamation point on this event seemed already about to be drawn.
…
Erythra stood, but she was forcefully pulled down.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said to Nyssa, looking at her with a growl.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing. I'll be the one to go."
"Are you aware of the danger of doing that? Don't worry your pretty little head. I'm going." Erythra said with a flick of her hair and a not so subtle adjustment of her breasts.
"Oh yeah, you're going? How are you going to save him, then? What good is your Nythseran Race at healing?"
Erythra froze. "—I'll just use an Advanced Healing Elixir. Don't stop me from saving my future husband."
"An Advanced Healing Elixir? Hoho, what an investment. Unfortunately for you, an Advanced Healing Elixir won't do anything to fix the injuries to his Will. In case you haven't noticed, he's suffering from both."
Erythra's expression twisted. "Are you really going to fight me for this?"
"Have I ever fought you for a man before? How many have I let you have until now already? It's my turn, don't you think?"
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