"Let your last agony begin!" The malevolent cackle echoed through the etheric space as Nolan's grip tightened on the dagger.
He rose to his feet, but quickly wobbled as something flashed by his legs, ripping off a chunk of flesh. Agony spread forth through his entire being.
In the next instant, he slashed to the side with speed, but felt nothing but air. Then, another pain slammed into his head as he felt a piece of his ribs' flesh cleaved from his body.
"You're nothing but a piece of trash, and you will forever be a piece of trash!"
RIIIIIIP.
"All your existence, you're nothing but a tool for me to achieve my true greatness. And as for my goons that you killed, they saw you as nothing but a little something to pass as entertainment."
RIIIIIIIIIP.
"Everyone else you know thinks the same about you! None care for you, Nolan, and the reason is simple..."
RIIIIIP.