At first, there was a blinding scream of light, a feeling of disembodiment, then utter darkness, accompanied by pain that emanated deeply from within.
Lang Yuzhu abruptly raised his head, gasping for air heavily, as though he were hyperventilating.
'No, I am hyperventilating!
'I need... I need to calm down.'
Countless, disjointed thoughts on how and why this was happening scrambled through his mind, making his already anxious mind all the more restless. He blamed himself for his anxiety, but as the seconds passed, the headache he felt was so intense it was as though a mighty hand was mish-mashing his brain with its fingers, toying with it.
Amidst the stitching and ripping feeling coming from his head, Lang Yuzhu felt it, the more blinding pain. Unlike the debilitating headache, this pain focused and concentrated on his chest, giving off a deeply pierced feeling, particularly from where his heart should be.
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