Pain is an uninvited tenant, a cold, rusted needle in a quiet afternoon. It is the hollow ache of a bell already struck, vibrating after the sound dies. Pain reminds the bones that they are breakable.
Aurelia stared at her hand, coated with golden blood. Her nose was broken. For once in her long life, she truly felt pain, and it shattered her mind.'My blood, my blood, how dare that FILTHY MORTAL TOUCH ME, I...'
Aurelia's thoughts halted, as did everyone's attention on Ryan, even the Gods'.
Mythra blinked owlishly as he spoke, his voice laced with disbelief, "Grandfather, what is your apostle doing?"
Avtis huffed as he replied, "He is high from the power up."
Oena bit her lips as she spoke, "I hope he can defeat Aurelia."
"As long as he can avoid getting hit, everything will be fine."
Back with Aurelia, she shook with apocalyptic rage, as no one in her life had humiliated her in such an unslightly manner as Ryan.
