The soul and body shared a very peculiar relationship. Neither could exist without the other. Without a soul, the body was bound to die; without a body, the soul could only become lost. Even demons and devils born from souls needed bodies to contain their souls.
Once the soul and body began to reject each other, the sensation was absolutely beyond what ordinary people could endure. In fact, even the strong might not be able to withstand such pain. In many mage organizations, mages liked to use this method for interrogation and torture. It was far more effective than those bloody physical torments, and more importantly, it did not dirty the mages' clothes. Mages had to maintain some style, after all.
But no matter what, this pain could drive a person mad!
Solam was in precisely that state now, suffering so intensely he wished he were dead. This was the worst pain Solam had endured since Mozart had captured him for those soul-exchange experiments. The torment he had suffered at the hands of that Drow mage had probably been the limit this body could endure. Solam had always believed that after that, there would be no pain he could not bear. But after undergoing the redemption ritual for the first time, he had thrown that notion into the Abyss.
After all, this time his body and soul stood at completely opposite extremes, rejecting one another and even trying to destroy one another. Solam was certain that he would never experience anything more painful in his life.
It felt as though countless blades were carving him into slices like a roast duck, cutting him apart piece by piece. It also felt as though his body were covered in lice, unbearably itchy—an itch that burrowed into his heart—and he fucking could not