"Argh!" Isaac let out a low, raspy scream.
It hurt so much. The suffering of spiritual anguish was just as intense as physical pain, if not more so.
In an hour, the Darklord lowered the intensity of the torment to a level where Isaac was in constant pain, but not killing him.
"You talk too much, woman. When the barrier is lifted, I'll make sure you understand the consequences of being so talkative!" the Darklord looked at Mixandrei and spoke in a sinister tone. Then, he let out a cold laugh.
"No rush, I've got plenty of time to wait this outwith you. It's only been a few months, and I can wait alongside you for decades or even hundreds of years. Take your time and enjoy."
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