He could feel it, the unnerving wriggling sensation overtaking his body. It was alien, but also felt incredibly familiar.
It reminded him of a time in the past.
The Saint Emperor stood above him, his hand to his chest. His grasp was strong and rough, and the feeling of the mana he pushed into his chest felt just as unnerving as this.
That was the day he awakened Void Manifestation. He would never forget it.
It felt like his body was going to disintegrate. His ego reached the pinnacle of death and surpassed it, barely glimpsing the visage of an even darker darkness.
But in return, he gained something that made him strong.
Pain was power. That was a lesson instilled in him ever since that day.
The torture he endured would make him stronger, and nothing else mattered.
Nothing else mattered at all.
Nothing else was supposed to matter.
"GODDAMNIT!"