His organs and entire nervous system let out a wail. The muscles in his face twitched, contorting his aged features into a grotesque, twisted expression.
The mild, yellowish Divine Power, which had been gently infused into Norton's body, became uncontrollable in an instant, violently tearing at every inch of his flesh.
And that was merely what manifested externally.
At a deeper level—
The very soul forming the bedrock of Norton's Spiritual World was undergoing an unimaginable collapse.
Blood spurted from the corners of Norton's mouth and eye sockets even before his screams could emerge.
This was the true value of "Sage's Blood," priced at 30,000 Rhine gold coins per twenty grams.
A mere physical attack could not make a Great Sage bleed. To inflict pain upon a Sage, one must shatter the very foundation of their soul.
It was a curse targeting the enemy's spiritual origin. Condensed and processed through alchemical engineering, Shiayar had sealed it into that bullet as its core.
