Even knowing he temporarily possesses the Undying Power, making such a choice still requires immense courage. Ewen is unsure whether it's the anger from being mocked that drove him to such irrational decisions or if it's a noble act after careful consideration.
In any case, whatever the reason driving Ewen, the harsh reality lies cruelly before him. Ewen is deeply entangled in countless interlocking blades, and he can clearly feel the cold, sharp metal slicing through his body. They tear open his skin, sever bones and tendons, and shred his innards into a bloody mess.
Waves of pain crash like tides against Ewen's nerves, as if sharp steel needles are piercing into his brain along the temples, and the high-pitched screech of metal friction sounds like wailing souls screaming beside his ears.
Ewen's body falls apart, yet quickly reassembles. The rapidly spinning blades continuously push him outward, and soon half of Ewen's body is squeezed out by the meat grinder.
