A miner screamed in pain as he held his arm and saw that the black crystal embedded on the back of his elbow ruptured, spewing out blood.
Davis panned his gaze and saw that most miners had these black crystals protruding from their bodies. These crystals were jagged and asymmetrical, pulsing faintly with spatial energy. Where they erupted, the skin had split open into raw fissures, blood pouring out before dark blood crusted around the edges.
Some miners had wrapped their limbs in filthy cloth, but the fabric had hardened where the crystals pressed through, stained black and purple.
Nonetheless, no man went to help that man who screamed and collapsed to his knees.
Instead, a whip swooped through the air, creating the sound of a whiplash.
*Bang!~*
"Ahhh!" The miner screamed for his life as he jumped and rubbed his back, trying to get rid of the pain.
"Don't stop. Continue."
