BAAAM!
With that one devastating slam, Eliot realized with horrifying clarity that everything—every single bone in his body—had now been ground into bloody paste.
He couldn't even scream in pain anymore.
It was that strange sensation of feeling pain all at once, so overwhelming and absolute that it somehow transcended hurt entirely. It felt surreal, almost dreamlike in its intensity.
What struck him as even more bizarre was that even in this moment, teetering on the edge of death, he didn't feel the slightest flicker of fear.
"I'm dying," he realized with cold detachment.
