Aelthar didn't know how much time had passed.
How many minutes or hours slipped by while his torture kept going.
The only memory occupying his mind amidst the shallow breaks between nonstop moments of pain and punches - was regret.
(I shouldn't have stopped this mortal.)
(I should've saved that girl.)
(I should've given him my legacy after I saw that vision.)
(I should've…..)
(I should've…)
(I should've….)
The regretful thoughts kept flashing through his blurry sanity, stopping only when another punch landed on his skull, forcing his face to switch to the other side, and start another thought.
Rio's flaming fist wrapped in the thorny whip collided against Aelthar's head, spraying pieces of his shattered skull in the air.