Any description is powerless in the face of this kind of pain.
To him, it was like walking constantly on the edge of life and death. This was not the life and death of the body, but of the soul, will, emotions, thoughts, and values.
His heart was as clear as a bright mirror.
But it was precisely this clarity that forced him to "perfectly" receive every shred of pain with the best, richest senses.
He struggled to keep his eyes wide open, his eye corners tearing.
He struggled to breathe, his lungs even felt like they were exploding.
His body was not under any attack; it was himself, because the pain was so intense, it was uncontrollable to the point of wanting to commit suicide.
Lord Rou wrapped him in a bed of flesh, immobilizing him to prevent him from committing suicide.
Gray sorrow spread out.
