But none of that was as bad as expected.
His body was meant to survive the worst of conditions and endure the cruelest odds.
As for aether, if with all his talent he still couldn't find a solution, then perhaps, as his grandmother had once said, it would be better if he died then and there.
None of these points were why he roared so loudly and found himself entirely paralysed and helpless.
It hurt.
So much so that Uriel instantly understood the reason he was in such abnormal agony.
'Stupid fucking Sin!'
His Sin had already made him mentally unstable, and now it suddenly made him utterly intolerant to pain?
'What a stupid fucking Sin, just focusing on being so mildly inconvenient that it becomes entirely debilitating… damn it!'
Filled with more rage than pain, Uriel forcefully pulled on the aether in his core, ignoring the agony and the chaotic booms, and directed it all into his runic scar.
