The Great Mage Da Shen had been in his cave ever since he fled the scene the other day. Locked up inside without stepping out or even moving an inch.
He lay there, clutching his chest with both hands while whimpering in pain. His chest was on fire—he could feel everything inside him burning with agony. He was struggling just to breathe, his body drenched in sweat.
Da Shen was curled up in a corner, desperately trying to piece himself together. The power he had consumed was now taking its toll on him, eating him from within while sending his mind into a chaotic spiral. He was losing control.
He wasn't ready. He knew that.
He hadn't been ready to absorb those powers. They were still in the developmental stage—he had been gathering them, waiting for the hourglass to process them fully before proceeding.
