The players' bodies were almost instantly blown apart by the wildly probing tentacles.
But the Spirit Candle's power had already taken their souls away beforehand, leaving behind only powerful empty shells.
The Firewood Collector died an even more miserable death.
But he was not the worst off.
The most miserable of all were The End's Time Worms and insectfolk.
Because they possessed the gift of bodily regression, when faced with the Abyssal Kindling-Toucher's irresistible invasion, they could not even die cleanly.
The wounds torn open by the Abyssal Kindling-Toucher were quickly repaired.
But that only made the Abyssal Kindling-Toucher more excited. He had found toys that delighted him beyond measure, even directing more of his attention toward these insectfolk of The End.
Yet regression was still regression.
The pain inflicted on them by the Abyssal Kindling-Toucher was not reduced in the slightest.
The situation even reminded them of their lord's punishment.
Pain was more terrifying than death.
One Time Worm tried to commit suicide amid a hoarse, agonized scream, detonating itself with the power of time's blessing to end the dreadful pain.
The first Time Worm succeeded.
Seeing this, the other insectfolk and Time Worms wanted to follow suit.
But—because the first Time Worm had died, the Abyssal Kindling-Toucher noticed what they intended.
Though he could not erase the blessing of temporal power, he could affect the Time Worms' sense of self.
Thus, that dreadful voice rang out once more, plunging the insectfolk and Time Worms' thoughts into chaos.
The Abyssal Kindling-Toucher excitedly resumed his play. The insectfolk struggled endlessly in agony, and even suicide became an unattainable luxury. "I'm done with this. We were fighting perfectly fine, so why did an Abyssal Kindling suddenly pop out?!"
"Exactly! How are we supposed to fight this? It's a complete scripted death!"