The pain of having your soul shaved away is on a completely different level from the pain of a mere body being wounded.
It’s something you can’t get used to—something you shouldn’t get used to. The agony of your very existence being carved away is directly tied to the fear of complete annihilation.
Seo-jun had his soul shaved away again and again by the Black Lotus Lord, and in that heart-pounding terror, his lips curled into a grin.
The tension of possibly being completely obliterated. The sense of loss from gradually unraveling as a person. The helplessness, like staring at a wall that can never be climbed.
He shuddered at that spine-chilling thrill.
And Seo-jun saw it.
The strange pattern engraved into his eyes began to shift.
