The blaring sounds of horns filled Grey's ears, every vibration sending another crack through his body. For a moment, it was like a chorus of angels had peered out from the clouds on high, stepping over the edge, fluttering their wings wide open, and raising their trumpets to their lips.
It was such a beautiful melody, and yet it was stuck within his skin, ping-ponging across his bones and shattering them with each echo.
Grey could see how this sort of pain would have sent someone over the edge.
But it almost felt like he was back to kicking at bamboo to condition his shins. It hurt, sure. But it wasn't to the point he felt the need to cry out.
Maybe the Genesis System had really desensitized him to what true pain was, because even with his own bones fracturing continuously, he hardly even sweated more than he would normally.
The longer he remained unbothered, the clearer the patterns became to him and the more of a rhythm he felt for it all.
Grey felt a flicker within him.
