Pavilion Lord

Chapter 5 : Realization - 2

"Master, please reconsider. He can't even walk."

Sang Won chuckled darkly. "Fine, let's make it easier. Gouge his eyes out. Make him deaf and mute. That way, he'll live—as you wanted."

"But... but—"

Ignoring him, Sang Won grabbed Shin by the throat and lifted him into the air. Agony shot through Shin's body, his already battered frame now suffocating under the crushing grip. He struggled, gasping for air, his limbs flailing weakly.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, Sang Won sealed Shin's acupoints, ensuring he couldn't scream. And then—

His fingers dug into Shin's eye sockets.

The last thing Shin saw was Dok Sa—standing there, watching, his face torn between horror and helplessness. But he didn't move. He didn't stop it.

Shin's mind shattered. His voice, silent but screaming, echoed in the depths of his soul. The agony was indescribable. He couldn't cry. He couldn't even beg. He could only endure as his world turned to black, his mind sinking into a pit of endless suffering, drowning in the pain that no words could ever capture.

As his vision was ripped away, his senses heightened—he could feel every heartbeat pounding like a drum, every nerve in his body aflame with torment. The warmth of blood trickled down his face, the scent of iron thick in the air. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. The fear, the realization that he had no control, gripped him tighter than any chain.

His world was crumbling. His body was breaking. His mind—shattering.

Then came the sound—like wet flesh being torn apart. Then the pain—searing, unimaginable pain. And then, nothing but the cruel laughter of Sang Won reverberating through his head. A laughter that crushed every dream, every delusion, every fantasy he had held onto.

He had been nothing but a fool. A child lost in delusions of heroism and fantasy, believing this world was just another game. But reality had torn those dreams apart. He was alone. Weak. Helpless.

And no one was coming to save him.

Sang Won let go, letting his broken body collapse to the ground like a discarded rag doll. "Take him far away and leave him to rot," he ordered, his voice void of any remorse. "Whether he lives or dies after this is no concern of mine."

Dok Sa turned away, unable to bear the sight any longer. He had seen many horrors in his life, but this was different. This was cruelty on a small kid is beyond reason. But he could do nothing.

Shin lay there, drowning in agony and despair, his mind spiraling into darkness. He felt himself slipping away, his consciousness fraying at the edges, his last grip on reality shattering as he descended into an abyss where only pain and suffering awaited.

The last thing he heard before everything faded was Sang Won's laughter—cruel, triumphant, and utterly devoid of mercy.

And then, silence.

No light. No hope.

Only darkness.