Pain Painful Duel 5 3l — Elite

But 3l did not flinch.

Without a word, 3l bent down, picked up Lament , and snapped it over one knee. The pieces dissolved into ash. 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. But 3l did not flinch

The duel’s rules were simple: one touch. A single, intentional strike from Lament would transfer every ounce of agony 3l had ever felt, magnified a thousandfold, directly into their nervous system. No one had survived three lashes. Elite Pain had never needed more than one. He opened his mouth

3l tilted their head. A sound came from behind the mask—not a voice, but the soft chime of a distant bell. Let us begin.

He moved first—a blur of black and crimson. Lament arced through the air, screaming like a damned soul. It wrapped around 3l’s extended forearm.