Madness

As the Chronicler spoke, his voice didn't falter even after the four guardians had suffered all that.

For some reason, he didn't seem afraid of Jayden at all; on the other hand, Weaver looked frightened and was being careful as the attacks of the two finally formed to their completion. A large, ancient-looking book had appeared behind the Chronicler, glowing with a golden hue, while small characters flowed all around Weaver; both of them were releasing an aura strong enough that the space around them cracked and healed.

The other four guardians were moving from one island to another, receiving every kind of pain imaginable; their screams reverberated all across the large white room, yet no matter how many times they went through all that, they couldn't get numb to the pain or get used to it.