[Cards] Soul-Searing Scythe (Patreon)

 Pain.

Absolute. Searing. Pain.

Pain more intense than anything I've ever felt before.

My lungs blistered, my tongue dried, my ears rang. It felt as though my insides were being burned to cinders, housing an incredible conflagration that threatened to consume my very essence. I couldn't withstand the savage assault on my senses.

You have to understand, I had to yield. I had to pledge myself to the Withering Flame. If I hadn't, I'm sure my soul would have been ravaged by her fire.

I had no choice.

I had no choice...