Chapter 27: Agony.
When the excruciating pain assaulted his whole body, accompanied by the agonizing cramps in his stomach, Lee realized there might've been more to the process of absorbing the spark. There was a reason the emperor called it a ritual and clearly there had to be peculiar techniques one was supposed to perform.
Sadly, from the looks of it, the desire of taking revenge as soon as possible, clouded Lee's judgment, because normally he was never so careless ... but it was too late.
It took all the willpower he had to not loose consciousness on the spot. But he did scream though. Like a tortured pig.
Fortunately the only witness to his agony was Lance, but he had already departed from this world. And no one could hear Lee's screams similar to how he couldn't hear the slightest sound from the outside.
The lack of any external noise made the pain seem surreal, but Lee didn't notice it since he couldn't think of anything except for the overwhelming urge to die on the spot. It seemed to be the only plausible way for the pain to stop, but he wasn't physically capable of committing a suicide either.
In his agony Lee fell to the floor, but luckily rolled away from Lance's body and didn't sully his clothing with blood.
"FUCK ME!" He shouted his lungs out, and for some reason cursing himself kind of helped.
"Moron! Retard! Damn ... motherfucker!" Lee continued to swear for a short while, managing to spout curses in between screams of pain.
The pain didn't go away, but he slightly got used to it. Panting, he sat up and glanced at his earlier victim with jealousy. Lance's partially severed head looked hideous, but he kind of did look peaceful ... at least compared to Lee's current state.