Theron awoke to his scream, veins of red peeling out across his body. They originated from his [Entangling Blood Vein Pupils] as they seemed to oddly evolve in the most mysterious of circumstances.
If before they could only Entangle Gold Mana, they could now Entangle Cloud Mana.
But the scream continued, as though he was venting out all his fury, all his frustration, all his angst and rage onto the world.
The Ice Spirit Beasts cowered, falling to the ground in prostration. Birds flew overhead, rushing away in fear and horror at the sight of it all.
Pain.
He couldn't feel anything but pain.
But it was worse than pain from a broken limb or pain from a ruptured organ. It was deep—pain in the very depths of his soul, a pain that threatened to swallow him up whole, the sort of pain Heart Demons were born from and thrived within.
And it was all his fault.
