Child, your pain tolerance even puts me to shame.
Beelzebub laughed in the distance. Of course he would say something like that; he was a demon prince, and he'd probably never felt actual pain since his creation in hell.
As for me? I sure as hell felt pain—and this was on a different level entirely.
It actually kind of helped keep me awake despite the torture.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
My footsteps grew louder as I kept sprinting. My legs were heavy, like they were weighed down, the pain making it feel like they alone weighed tons.
But I wasn't stopping.
Not yet.
And of course, that wasn't my only problem.
"Shit!"
I stumbled over nothing, slamming my arm and knees directly into the concentrated black flames below. A raw scream tore out of me as I forced myself back to my feet.
From the outside, my body was clearly still moving—probably fighting something strong, something powerful enough to take the [Eye of the Profaned].
