A.N.=We reached 24 powerstones 1 day later than planned so only 2 chapters instead of 4, but enjoy the mass release:)
Next goal: 30 powerstones for 3 extra chapters
Velmire's mouth twitched, his pupils dilating.
The moment he snapped into that freshly stitched body, it was like being slammed into a brick wall made of raw, blinding pain. His nerves—hastily strung together like cheap, tangled wires—lit up all at once.
Every inch of him felt electrocuted, flayed alive, and set on fire simultaneously. His spine screamed like it was being sawed down the middle. His arms, his legs—they didn't even feel like they belonged to him. It was as if someone was driving nails through them just to test if they'd twitch.
Inside, his organs spasmed and convulsed, like they were being jabbed from every angle. His lungs didn't breathe—they scorched. Every breath was like dragging in a lungful of smoke laced with ice.
