The oblivion fire, capable of erasing every existence that touched upon it, submerged Epsilon within. It targeted the very soul, giving a tormenting pain that was beyond what a human could bear.
Epsilon's shrieks enveloped the whole room, anyone who heard it would know how much of a torture he had been enduring. His sparkling purple eyes dimmed significantly, staring blankly into nowhere.
So many thoughts had crossed in Epsilon's mind, and his resentment toward Kamille and Rise grew.
Regardless of Epsilon's thoughts, Kamille merely watched him and continued to wait. While he had expected this, Kamille was still inwardly surprised.
Five minutes had passed, and Epsilon still continued to endure without any signs of giving up. Kamille knew his existence was unique to this world, and so he had not harbored hope that his fire would be able to erase him like the others.
It seemed his 'protagonist halo,' as Rise put it, was far more incredible than he thought.
