Just as the brain worm stretched its trembling limbs toward the black mist given by Cillian, driven by unbearable pain, something inside it shifted.
In that moment.
Even though it had never found meaning in its existence since gaining consciousness, for some unknown reason, it still refused to die so easily.
Its limbs retracted, curling back into itself, as if clinging to the last spark of life.
The pain continued, an agony unlike anything any living being could comprehend. This was not a sensation of the body or soul. It was the concept of pain itself, extracted and purified by Cillian from the soul fragments of the Endless Abyss.
Of course, this technique sounded almost divine. But in truth, most gods could replicate such a method through the use of their divine fire.
In the auction houses of higher worlds, there were even "deaths" for sale, conceptual entities no different from this purified pain.
