One after another, the shamans took zap after zap after zap. The orb fired relentlessly, filling the entire circle with screams.
"Agh!"
"Agh!"
"Aaa!"
Daniel half-closed his eyes and glanced at the orb. It glowed yellow, a crackling energy ball of lightning trapped inside—but then his gaze drifted to Belinda's filthy body.
*Zap!*
"Aghh!" Daniel screamed.
'Heh… youngsters minds are always somewhere, can't even focus on one thing,' Marco murmured, eyeing at the shamans. 'In my time my master literally obliterate me, until I blacked out, and… these youngsters can't even endure this much.'
The zaps kept coming, brutal and unyielding. Shock blisters bubbled up on their arms, some screamed as tears streamed from swollen eyes.
Daniel's hand was covered in small blisters like smallpox. He was in hell—looking at heaven.
