Elite — Pain Painful Duel 5 3l

The bell chimed again. Is that all?

Without a word, 3l bent down, picked up Lament , and snapped it over one knee. The pieces dissolved into ash. Elite Pain Painful Duel 5 3l

3l was now within arm’s reach. They raised a palm. The mask’s eye sockets, previously dark, ignited with a soft, terrible gold light. The bell chimed again

“You’re late,” Elite Pain snarled. “I was told you’d beg.” The pieces dissolved into ash

The bell chimed a third time, but now it was a funeral toll.

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.