Severin didn't know as well.
His composure was broken and he saw no reason to continue to keep on a calm mask when his inside was getting torn by pain.
Everything hurt. From his flesh to his bones and his burning blood, the needles that he called hairs, and his fingernails that were now small blades digging into his fingers.
And his head. He was depressed and yet felt so much at the same time. Everything burned and rolled, twisting into lines of angry red pain.
It was painful. Very much so.
Fucking painful.
To the side, shadow Lord's face fell and he took a jerking step forward. "No! This is my years of sweat and you want to eat it like that? No way! You'll only waste this power!"
Severin raised his head. His eyes were now consumed entirely by red. He smirked and then he opened his mouth. He roared.
Severin roared.
No, more like a shout of pain and torment.
