DNO

Groan.

The amount of pain surging through Trent's body was beyond anything he had ever experienced. He lay crushed against a jagged rock, his body almost lifeless as it desperately tried to hold onto the faint pulse of Mana still flickering within him. '[Internal Disruption],' Trent reminded himself through the haze of agony. 'Must be insanely lethal.' His whole being felt as though there was a massive, hollow void where his organs once were—a gaping emptiness that Donaero had carved out the moment his hands had touched Trent's side. There was no sensation in his body; it was as if the void had replaced everything that made him whole.