Exactly one hour later.
A blinding surge of light burst from the chamber.
The walls rattled thanks to the energy radiating off the two figures inside.
Then—
Luna and Loxen roared.
Their eyes snapped open.
Bodies jerked violently as every fiber of pain—everything the simulation delayed—rushed into their nerves at once.
Luna screamed first.
"—AAAGHHH—F**K! YOU SADISTIC—"
She clenched her fists, body arching off the chamber floor.
"—Luci—! You absolute son of a—GAHH! My f**king SPINE—!"
Loxen snarled, its form flaring between phases as the pain surged.
It swiped at the air, tail thrashing, claws slamming against the floor.
"Why the f**k did you make it THIS REAL—?!"
Luna tried to stand but collapsed again.
"YOU SAID AN HOUR—YOU NEVER SAID IT WOULD FEEL LIKE A F**KING EXECUTION—!"
Lucius watched through the glass, unbothered.
He leaned his chin against his hand, smiling like a proud craftsman admiring his masterpiece.
"You survived," he said quietly.
