The Trial
Evalyn's skin was marred with blue veins that ruptured, causing her entire body to turn bright red and blotchy from internal bleeding. The blood drained, leaving her pale in some areas before the process repeated every few seconds.
A chilling cacophony of cracks echoed as her ribs shattered, puncturing her lungs and healing repeatedly, playing her desperate gasps for air like a xylophone.
Her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't think. The pain was too overwhelming.
Evalyn's mental strength? Useless.
She never imagined that pain could reach a saturation point – a point where the mind stopped accepting it, much like water stopped dissolving sugar or salt. But it did.
If she were Kaze, she believed she might endure even more realms of pain before reaching the limit again.
But that wasn't the real reason Kaze had preferred to obliterate his body and tried to conceal the true nature of the pill – it was the process itself.