"Ahhhhhh…"
The pain is torturous, more painful than when that blood-red being started to create a Constitution Base inside me, here my very being is burning.
The curse is terrifying, it has not only enveloped my body but also the soul, and it is burning them. I felt like a kerosine dipped wood that burst into the blazing fire.
My throat had become dry from screaming, but I am still screaming. There is no other option for me to anything; the pain had immobilized me completely that I was even capable of opening my eyes.
If not for me feeling a sharp cold wind against me, which told me that I am still top of Ashlyn and we are flying at breakneck speed, I would have believed I had fallen into a cold dark pit from which I could not get out.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!