Chapter 340: River of Blood, Mountain of Screams (3)
Keter dived from a seemingly bottomless cliff. A Transcendental might survive such a fall, but Keter’s body was not that of one. This was the mind world; here, he was no different from an ordinary human.
One might wonder if dying mattered in the mind world, but it did. People felt the wind, gravity, and pain here even more vividly than in reality. Mind and body were one—if the mind collapsed, the body died; if the body collapsed, the mind died as well.
Keter, you probably think you’ll survive even if you fall. Heh... heh...
The height from which Keter jumped was so great that he remained airborne for a full five minutes before finally crashing into the ground.
Thud!!!!
To maximize the agony of the impact, Paratul had formed the ground from basalt. Because basalt has a rough surface and fractures into sharp edges upon impact, the pain was multiplied.
“You’ve saved me time with your recklessness.”
Paratul teleported to the ground and looked at the meat pancake that had once been Keter. He was utterly mangled and twisted. He had suffered injuries fatal enough to kill him dozens of times over. His flesh was tattered beyond recognition, so his mind, too, should have been shattered. In the millions he had observed over millennia, this was always true. However...
“Whew, that was a good stretch.”
The meat pancake began getting up—Keter, who had been bent in grotesque ways and been shredded, was standing up. By the time he stood fully upright, he had returned to normal. All this had happened in mere moments.
Keter cracked his neck and stared up at the sky where Paratul was.
“You just skimmed through my life, right? The fear and pain from falling thousands of meters? I’ve experienced worse in Liqueur.”