บท 223: Fourth Step

Pain.

Nothing but pain.

The purest form of pain imaginable.

That was what the current Emir was feeling.

Just as his eyes opened back to the real world.

He experienced hell on Earth.

He felt deadly heat, freezing cold, and shocking lighting crackling through his every nerve. 

Emir's body was finally in the process of reconstructing itself.

He was becoming a Seraphim.

A being of high 'importance' on Earth.

Blood soon began to ooze out of his every orifice, surprising all who were watching him.

Yet Emir remained steadfast, not even letting out a whimper.

He wouldn't allow himself to show weakness. 

Not in front of his family. 

Emir had to be their shield, he had to stand like an unbreakable stone.

Never withering, never crumbling.

And that he did, as even some of the eyes above showed surprise.