Liam truly wanted to faint. He craved that restorative shut-down, but his condition kept him conscious and awake, as if wanting to punish him to balance out his miraculous feat.
Everything hurt, and quite vividly at that. Liam was supposed to be numb, but he felt every inch of his body screaming in pain, from the tip of his head to his toes, from his skin to his very soul.
Liam's foundation was also a mess. He leaked Qi nonstop, feeling his ten spiritual roots wriggling and shaking, drying themselves out, seemingly ready to snap at any moment.
Yet, the auditory hallucination was the worst offender. The screams and voices Liam had burned into his memory shouted in his ears, a bottomless hiss accompanying them, echoing in the background.
Naturally, Liam's forearm itched to no end, the urge to scratch it stronger than ever, only for the weakness that filled him to prevent him from appeasing it.
