Elite Pain Painful Duel 5 3l -

He opened his mouth. No sound came out. His body convulsed as a thousand deaths—none of them his—tore through his nerves. The obsidian shards fell from his armor like dead leaves. His eyes went white.

Elite Pain tried to pull Lament free for a third strike—the killing stroke. But the whip was no longer his. The names carved into his armor began to glow, one by one, and then scream . Each victim’s final moment of agony reversed its polarity and flooded back into him. Elite Pain Painful Duel 5 3l

Across from him, the challenger was simply known as 3l. No armor. No weapon. Just a thin figure in a grey tunic, hands clasped loosely in front of them. Their face was a smooth, featureless mask of polished bone. He opened his mouth

The bell chimed once, softly.