The pain was indescribable.
His soul didn't just break—it disintegrated into billions of fragments. Each piece contained a sliver of consciousness, and each one experienced the explosion simultaneously.
It felt like dying a billion deaths at once. Like having his existence erased and rewritten. Like every atom of his being was on fire while simultaneously being frozen, crushed, torn apart, and dissolved.
The agony transcended anything physical. This was spiritual torment—consciousness itself being shattered, the very foundation of his existence coming apart.
Runar's awareness scattered across the gray void. Billions of soul fragments, each one screaming silently in agony, drifting in chaos.
For a timeless moment, he ceased to exist as a unified being. Just scattered pieces of torment floating in emptiness.
Then the prearranged Chaos Droplet dissolved.
