Chương 1241: Survivor

Varian never desired hell so much.

If only the pain crushing his every nerve ending didn't feel so awful, he would've been grateful.

But he had no choice.

The flames of darkness weren't just an application of darkness powers. They were a fusion of Isadora's three powers.

The flames burned his soul. The scorching heat on his spirit was much harsher than on his body. It was as if his sensitivity to pain had increased 10x. And unlike his body, his soul wasn't melting right away. So, the fire kept burning, causing greater pain.

The flames were also heavy, infused with terrible gravity. Each spark slammed his body like a hammer, crushing his bones and tearing apart his flesh.

And finally, the darkness. The dreaded darkness.

It consumed him. Devoured him. Ate him up like a great cosmic beast.

Varian could still see but some of his vision was purely dark. He could still hear, but some section of the voice went blank.