"Arrrggghhh!"
Pain—pure, searing pain—greeted him the moment the first strand of holy energy touched his actual heart. The sound of his pulse was like war drums in his ears, each beat radiating a shockwave of heat and pressure through his chest.
It was like a friend he desperately wanted to avoid, yet one that insisted on tagging along everywhere.
The energy pierced through the thumping muscle, each beat sending a fresh wave of agony rippling through his chest. The scent of iron filled his nose as the metallic tang spread over his tongue.
Fuck… what's with my main character luck these days?
At the same time, the holy energy worked to heal him from within, knitting tissue even as it tore at his nerves. His skin prickled, and his fingertips twitched from the strange blend of pain and restoration.
With every ounce of focus he had, Leon began the painstaking process of weaving a rune out of holy energy directly in the center of his beating heart.
