Varian's fist broke through the sea of golden starlight and reached the Abyss Emperor. But the abyssal's fist blurred and the space burst.
"Huh?" Varian's view spun as he felt his body nearly rip apart from the outside. His chest was burning and his entire body was spasming in pain.
The next thing he knew, he was flying off like he was a cannonball, albeit at a speed much faster than a sovereign's.
"I—"
Blood poured out of his mouth and only then did Varian realize that there was an abyssal fist-sized hole in his chest. The only reason he's even alive was that it's on the right side of his chest.
But that hole seemed to be drilled almost all the way to his back. It was as if someone literally pulled out a chunk of flesh from his chest, but stopped just short of the skin on his back. Varian's chest was hollow and he felt empty as the pain seared his nerves.