The bell chimed once, softly.
I am the sum of every pain you have inflicted. Elite Pain Painful Duel 5 3l
Elite Pain’s eyes widened. He yanked the whip, expecting tendons to snap, for the bone mask to shatter in a howl. Instead, the barbs dug in—and stopped. 3l’s grey sleeve darkened with a thin line of black ichor, but they simply raised their other hand and placed two fingers on the whip’s length. The bell chimed once, softly
Across from him, the challenger was simply known as 3l. No armor. No weapon. Just a thin figure in a grey tunic, hands clasped loosely in front of them. Their face was a smooth, featureless mask of polished bone. He yanked the whip, expecting tendons to snap,
The bell chimed again. Is that all?
He opened his mouth. No sound came out. His body convulsed as a thousand deaths—none of them his—tore through his nerves. The obsidian shards fell from his armor like dead leaves. His eyes went white.
Elite Pain tried to pull Lament free for a third strike—the killing stroke. But the whip was no longer his. The names carved into his armor began to glow, one by one, and then scream . Each victim’s final moment of agony reversed its polarity and flooded back into him.
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