"You cannot kill me, don’t forget the faith you serve!"

Gami kept retreating, shrinking into the corner; he was unclear about what was happening to York and only relied on the faith that bound York tightly, hoping it could save his life at this moment.

Indeed, faith, for faith, York could let his sins go unpunished, for faith, he died so laughably, for faith, he would certainly spare him.

"I know, I know," York’s voice was cold and ruthless, a twisted smile echoed in his throat, "Don’t be afraid, child, I can feel the same pain as you."

Gami looked up, then he realized that the thorny chains were completely wrapped around York, and each movement, each punch made the chains bind tighter, the barbs digging deeper into flesh.

It was unimaginable pain, and Gami wondered how York endured it; what broke Gami more was that under this torment, York could still smile.

He reached out and stroked Gami’s head, whispering, "Child, I will endure the pain with you, you are not alone."

York’s scarlet eyes were full of pity, "It’s not your fault, Gami."

Gami was stunned.

"It is I, my mercy led you to fall into darkness, I should bear the same sin as you, so..."

York pulled Gami up, his voice thunderous.

"Confess to me, child."

York said as he threw a heavy punch, this time he crushed Gami’s chest, shattered ribs churned through Gami’s organs like blades, he retched, spewing thick blood and fragments.

"I confess, Priest, I confess, I’m sorry."

The threat of agony and death shattered Gami’s reason, and he wept bitterly.

York shook his head, "No, child, you’re not devout enough."

Thorns grazed Gami’s thigh, sharp barbs tore off large swathes of skin, the extreme pain made Gami scream uncontrollably, yet no one heard his lamentation, increasingly thunderous sounds drowned all the wretchedness.

"It’s alright, child, we have plenty of time to make you repent." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

York raised his hand, Blood of the Night Race dripped from his hand, seeped into Gami’s mouth; in an instant, Gami sensed the sinister power, the raging Devil questioned him through transferred blood, listening to his choices.

Gami instinctively realized that accepting this power would let him escape Death God’s pursuit, but once accepting the Undying Power, he knew what he would endure afterward; it would be endless pain.

But if he refused, he would face true death.

Gami looked at York, York’s face still bore that frigid smile, like a sacred statue tainted with filth and bloodstains.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

Gami continued pleading, meanwhile, his pupils were gradually covered in blood hue, his ruptured abdomen began to heal, but just as flesh reassembled, it was torn open again by thorns.

Heal, tear, heal, tear...

With the blessing of the Blood of the Night Race, Gami possessed formidable life force, like a brutal punishment, Gami dared not face death, nor could he endure this extreme pain; he was swallowed by a whirlpool of contradictions, chewed and crushed.

His remaining will was full of fissures until sanity was entirely lost, and within this nearly chaotic consciousness, words continued echoing in his mind like a curse.

"Confess to me, child."