'All or nothing, there is no turning back now.' With that final thought, Cynrik pushed his hand forward, envisioning that his finger was a hair-thin tool, and began carving the runes, bringing about a new type of pain he had never experienced.
With his fingertip pressed firmly against his flesh, Cynrik made a micro-incision on the pectoral muscle, one so small that it wasn't even visible. Through his control of the Mana collected on his fingertip, he made a neigh invisible beam of pure energy that pierced through the muscle, skin, and right into the surface of his Codex.
When the highly compressed particle beam made contact with his Codex, Cynrik's vision blurred, and his body uncontrollably spasmed in pain.
In an instant, he felt all the air leave his lungs, and it took every fiber of Cynrik's being and willpower not to cry out in pain. No, pain wasn't the right word; this was pure torture and misery; the worst part was he had only just begun the carving process.
