Naturally, what Girias released was not a dignified sound.
The dagger torture ripping into his flesh and bones tore out of him a raw and animalistic voice, bouncing off the stone walls and coming back at him from every direction. His chains rattled violently as his body tried instinctively to pull away and found nowhere to go.
The scratch of the Corrosion Hex's rash was still making him suffer, but the pain in his left leg was beyond his ability to endure.
He had pushed his head forward in an attempt to plead, but his face had half-caved in, making him look like a wretched spawn who was born with facial defects.
Davis continued to carve Girias's leg as though he were peeling onions. One toe after another. Flesh after flesh. Layer after layer.
The torture had just started.
"Divine Emperor of Death!" Harmon's gaze trembled, "Forgive me! I didn't want to-"
*Bang!~*
