I nailed the stiff hair on the wall and screamed painfully. This thing is not painful, just because the sun on compassion is too strong to make it very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I felt a tearing sensation coming from my abdomen. There is no doubt that it must be the stiff wound that is tearing me. I know I can't fight any more, I can take two steps back with pain, and I don't want to take back my compassion. The mercy stiffened the hair. It waved its limbs wildly, but it was of no use at all. When I looked at the wound, I saw four wounds on my stomach,...