The moment the SS-Grade Radiant Luminark Core touched Daniel's lips, it dissolved into a surge of cold, crystalline energy that rushed through his body.
For a brief, blissful moment, it was like stepping into a cool mountain spring on a hot day.
Then, the agony began.
It began in his fingers—a sharp crack that cut through the quiet, louder than the hum of the suite's climate control.
It was followed by a spike of pain so intense, so absolute, that a choked scream ripped from Daniel's throat.
It felt like his bones were being turned to shattered glass.
"BOOM!"
He fell to the floor, his body convulsing as the process began in earnest.
The crystalline energy, now coursing through his marrow, was a relentless, grinding force.
One by one, it targeted his bones. His phalanges, his carpals, his radius and ulna, they shattered, crumbling into dust within his own flesh.
The pain was a white-hot, all-consuming fire.
It was a thousand times worse than the Perfect Skin Refining.
