Chapter one hundred and sixty two

Rhys’s mouth opened in a silent scream, his vocal cords straining to produce a sound that would express the depth of his agony. But no sound emerged, only a faint whisper of air that seemed to carry his very soul away with it.

As the pain reached its crescendo, Rhys’s body collapsed to the ground, his limbs twitching and convulsing in a mad dance of agony. His eyes rolled back in his head, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the veil of reality, as he felt his soul shattering into a thousand pieces, each one a reminder of the agony that he endured.

Rhys’s body crumpled to the bed, overcome by the excruciating pain of his soul splitting apart. But even as he lay there, writhing in agony, his mind instinctively sought refuge in the inter-dimensional space.

As he emerged in the space, Rhys’s gaze was drawn to the healing pool, its waters glowing with an soft, ethereal light. He stumbled towards it, his body crying out for relief. He collapsed onto the pool’s edge, his hands grasping for