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Trial 2 – Part 09

“So you did eat it, you suicidal maniacs,” Francisca muttered.

Just as Luke was about to ask what she meant, the weight nesting on his back flared hotter, growing heavier. His legs gave out, and his knees slammed into the ground. The pain surged without end. A raw, burning scream tore from Luke’s throat.

“You too, huh?” Francisca said. “The pain’s worse than anything you could have ever imagined, isn’t it? Maybe you were starving, but even then… eating that flesh was a stupid move.”

Luke felt as if his back had erupted into flames. Agonizing pain, so intense as if his body had shattered into pieces, ripped through him as something burst from his back. It was like a suppressed force breaking free all at once, bringing with it a strange sense of release. The impact of the small explosion sent him crashing to the ground for what