Black text strings crawled all over the body like centipedes, penetrating through the eyes, mouth, ears, nostrils, and every pore, invading into the spiritual realm, attempting to redefine the essence of existence itself.
Unable to stop or remove it, using hands to wipe it away, rolling on the ground, chopping with knives, shooting with guns—none of these methods had any effect. The intangible text strings invaded Fafnir unimpeded, the curse roiling inside and outside his body with a sensation of touch, violent deprivation, and a desecrated feeling that made Fafnir struggle painfully.
Unable to perceive, unable to touch, all sensations were closed off, leaving only a single impression.
— How disgusting.
The only thing felt was this ever-increasing sensation with each passing second.
If this continued for a few more hours, as strong as Fafnir was, both his body and spirit might collapse.
Although he understood this, Fafnir was still at a loss.
