Chapter 103: The Wanderer Who Laughs (3)

"Shall we continue?"

The words slithered through the air, soft, calm, amused... too amused, an invitation, a taunt, a whisper meant to be heard only by the one who could not answer.

The smile never faded.

If anything, it widened.

Darkness Angel did not respond..

He could not.

His lips did not part. His voice did not rise. His body.. his very existence refused to acknowledge the question.

Instead, he only looked.

And then..

It came again.

A tide. A massive flood. An unending, unrelenting, unquenchable wave of pure.. Agony.

Not pain. Not suffering. Those words were too small, too feeble to describe what fell upon him.

It was deeper. Greater... Far Greater

It tore through him, ripping apart not just flesh. Not just bone.

His being. His essence.

Everything that was him. His very existence.