[Your hands clenched into tight fists, all ten fingers drained of color from the excessive force, taking on a corpse-like pallor.]
[Your neatly trimmed nails became blades, sinking deep into the tender flesh of your palms without resistance.]
[Warm, sticky blood seeped between your fingers, dripping with a steady patter onto the seemingly eternal white floor of the Tombs of the Star Corridor within this deathly silent, absolute space.]
[That glaring crimson formed a brutally stark contrast with the cold white surroundings, like shocking stains on snow.]
[Every muscle in your body tensed to its limit with sheer fury, your bones and muscles pressing against one another, even producing teeth-grating creaks in the vast, empty hall.]
[Your breathing grew heavy and scorching, as though your chest were stuffed with burning thorns.]
[You clearly did not have Extreme Overload Control equipped in the system at that moment, yet the towering rage that nearly devoured your reason sent the blood in your veins boiling wildly.]
[Your body was like a thoroughly enraged beast, on the verge of instinctively breaking through every physiological restraint and protective mechanism to plunge recklessly into a complete frenzy.]
[Your whole body trembled faintly beyond your control. Through lenses already somewhat blurred by sweat and emotion, your eyes were like two volcanoes on the verge of eruption, fixed on the lofty phantom before you.]
[You gritted your teeth, every word a bloody accusation forced from the depths of your throat.]
["Did... did you never realize, even for a moment in these long, tedious thousand years, that your patchwork approach of 'too much flour, add water; too much water, add flour' was utterly idiotic?!"]
[Tengen's nearly omniscient and omnipotent sensory network, long since beyond the bounds of humanity, could naturally capture every detail of the nuclear explosion of emotion