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Damian felt like molten lava flowed through his veins, his body boiling as if submerged in thousand-degree oil. His vision blurred with streaks of blue, gold, and black lights as he plummeted into what felt like a never-ending abyss. This time, it was taking much longer than when he'd used the waygate a few days ago.

Just like before, the portal spat Damian out. He stumbled, losing balance despite his strength, and fell to the ground, gasping for air, his lungs had suddenly run dry. His entire body ached—his eyes, hands, legs, everything hurt, as if his insides were still reconstructing themselves. Finally, his breathing slowed enough for him to regain some composure, though his vision remained blurry.