Beads of sweat clustered around Derrick's forehead, and his facial expression twisted grotesquely.
The visible look of pain was written all over his face, he was struggling to hold it all together.
He gritted his teeth, trying to push through the pain, but it was almost impossible.
"Keep trying, Derrick." Eldrion encouraged, his tone unapologetic.
He needed to forge Derrick properly, if he wanted Derrick to be ready for what was to come.
"I'm trying." Derrick spoke, his voice sounded more like a growl than anything.
"Try harder!" Eldrion barked, and Derrick groaned in pain.
Trying to move the Varyn needle was a punishment Derrick didn't think existed.
One thing about Varyn was its volatile nature. With enough concentration, he could manage to make it move.
But as soon as that concentration wavered, even in the slightest, the Varyn exploded, causing internal injuries.
