BANG!
Zarek and the others smashed heavily against the ground. Despite his usual calm, Zarek himself almost screamed.
Even moving lit all the pain receptors in his body on fire. Actual pain, though? Felt thousands of times more acute.
This bump into the ground was at worst a bruise for the current Zarek, but right now it was like he had just been thrown into a vat of lava.
At this point, he was running out of expletives to censor from reaching his mouth, and the number of ways he had to describe the pain were quickly diminishing.
'This was no normal toxin. That lizardman Turned might have had the chance to become an A Class in the future. No, it probably almost certainly would have if given the chance to grow. Fuck me…'
Zarek's pain tolerance was probably the stuff of legends, but that sort of thing didn't carry over into a new life.
