RUNAR'S CONSCIOUSNESS DETONATED.
The soul bomb detonated at the core of Runar's consciousness.
His soul disintegrated instantly. Quadrillions of fragments where there had been trillions before. The pieces scattered across distances that made galaxies look like grains of sand, each one carrying a sliver of awareness that screamed without sound.
Runar stopped existing as a person.
He became pain given form. Quadrillions of screaming fragments, each experiencing its own private hell. Some burned. Others froze solid. The worst ones did both simultaneously, cycling between extremes faster than thought.
His consciousness tried to hold together through sheer will.
It didn't work.
The fragments drifted further apart, threads of connection stretching and snapping. He felt himself dissolving, not just physically but conceptually. The idea of "Runar Cross" was coming apart at the seams.
Then something changed.
