Rex could feel it the moment the dam finally broke. The defiance that had made Apollo Brightsoul so infuriatingly resilient was crumbling, not from physical pain, but from the corrosive acid of shame.
Apollo wasn't just bleeding; he was dissolving.
"That's it," Rex crooned, his voice vibrating with a dark, predatory triumph. "Let the light die, Apollo..."
"Let the shame consume you... That's where the truth lives..."
Rex decided to escalate. Physical torture was too simple now; he needed to weaponize Apollo's own divine essence against him.
He raised both hands, fingertips crackling with a volatile cocktail of Gravity Manipulation and Time Manipulation. The air between them became hypercompressed, screaming as it was squeezed into impossible densities.
VROOOOOOM
"You want to be an Apostle of Life?" Rex asked, his eyes glowing with a malevolent gold and violet light. "Then let's see how much life you can actually endure."
Rex slammed his palms together.
BOOM.
