Taran El felt the immature yet piercing scream nearly burrow through his soul.
It was as if an invisible force was tearing at his thoughts, a vast consciousness assaulting his memories. That scream transcended the dimensions of time and concept, reverberating in every phase of his life he could recall. Although it lasted only a brief moment, the pain and confusion it caused were tenfold, a hundredfold greater than what he had felt when he drank the blood crow concoction.