My Last Kiss

Ethan’s pained screams made the hearts of those who heard it tremble.

Fortunately, the only ones that could hear it were the people inside the room.

Sebastian surrounded the room with a soundproof barrier, which prevented those outside the room from hearing Ethan’s suffering.

Safiya and the other Shamans meaningfully exchanged glances with each other before forming a formation around Ethan.

All of them chanted and used their healing powers to help the boy endure the pain that was wracking his entire body.

An hour later, Ethan’s screams stopped.

It was not because his suffering had ended, but because he had lost his voice from screaming repeatedly.

Tears of blood fell from his eyes as he endured, endured, and continued to endure.

His bed was already drenched with blood and if a medical practitioner was there to witness it, they would definitely wonder why Ethan still hadn’t died from the blood loss.

Second by painful second.

Minute by excruciating minute.