Erazem plunged deeper into Adrien's mind, his claws still deeply anchored in the boy's bloody sockets. His spirit insinuated itself into the fractured consciousness of the young slave, exploring each memory, each fragment of thought with icy greed. Adrien, now blind, screamed without interruption, his hoarse and desperate cry echoing in the cramped cell.
At first, everything was confused, a chaotic maelstrom of sensations, sounds and scattered images. Then, gradually, everything became clearer. The dragon navigated through Adrien's memory as if he were advancing on the sharp edge of a razor. Each step in this vulnerable mind sent indescribable pain vibrating through the boy's consciousness, intensifying his cries of suffering.
