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"They don\'t just eat flesh. No, no, no. They burrow. They explore. They carve pathways through your body, seeking out the most sensitive nerves, the most delicate organs. And the best part? They release a toxin that amplifies your pain receptors. Every bite, every movement—it\'ll feel like you\'re being torn apart from the inside out."

The scarred man\'s face remained stoic, though the veins in his neck bulged as he clenched his teeth.

Lyerin chuckled softly, his laughter growing louder and more unhinged as he stepped closer. "But don\'t worry," he said, holding the bug up to the scarred man\'s face. "You won\'t die from this. Not yet. I\'ve made sure of that. You\'ll live long enough to learn what it truly means to fight for survival."

Without another word, Lyerin pressed the bug against the scarred man\'s chest. The creature wasted no time, its legs scrambling for purchase as it burrowed beneath his skin. The man\'s body jolted as he felt the sharp, searing pain of the creature digging into him. He grunted, refusing to scream, though his knuckles turned white as his fists tightened.

The others watched in horror, their breaths caught in their throats. Miriam covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, while Donovan cursed under his breath, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and helplessness.

But Lyerin wasn\'t finished. He clapped his hands once, and more bugs appeared, swarming toward the scarred man. "Oh, don\'t hold back now," Lyerin said, his voice practically dripping with glee. "Scream for me. Show me that you\'re alive. Show me that you\'re willing to fight, even when every fiber of your being begs you to give up."

The bugs burrowed deeper, their movements visible beneath the scarred man\'s skin. He fell to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pain intensified. It was no longer just a physical torment—it was as though his very soul were being shredded. His vision blurred, and his ears rang with the sound of his own heartbeat.

But still, he didn\'t scream.

Lyerin tilted his head, his grin faltering for a moment. "Huh," he muttered, crouching down to look the scarred man in the eye. "You\'re stubborn. I\'ll give you that. But stubbornness without strength is just... boring."

The scarred man\'s lips parted, his voice barely a whisper as he forced himself to speak through the agony. "You... won\'t win."

Lyerin\'s grin returned, wider than ever. "Oh, my dear little insect," he said, his tone almost affectionate. "I\'ve already won. This? This is just the victory lap."

He rose to his full height, clapping his hands again. "Come now," he said, addressing the other assassins. "Don\'t just stand there. Cheer for your comrade. He\'s giving me quite the show!"

The assassins remained silent, their expressions a mixture of rage, despair, and helplessness.

Lyerin\'s laughter echoed through the forest as he watched the scarred man writhe in pain. And yet, despite the torment, the man\'s eyes never wavered. He met Lyerin\'s gaze with a defiance that burned brighter than any flame.

It was a defiance that said, I am not broken. Not yet.

Lyerin tilted his head, his violet eyes glimmering with amusement. "Not bad," he said, clapping slowly. Clap. Clap. Clap. The sound rang out mockingly, each one a deliberate note of derision. He crouched down to meet the scarred man\'s pain-ridden gaze. "But it\'s not enough. Oh no, my dear insect, I\'m still waiting for the moment you truly entertain me."

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, ornate jar. The container pulsed faintly with an eerie green light, as though it was alive. Lyerin twisted the lid open, and a hiss escaped, followed by the unmistakable, stomach-churning scuttling of more of the grotesque bugs inside. Their bodies wriggled and clattered against the glass, their hunger palpable. "You see," Lyerin began, his voice smooth and deliberate, "these beauties are far too precious to waste on just anyone. But you... you\'ve earned a special performance."

The scarred man\'s breathing hitched as he saw the creatures pour out, their glossy black shells glinting under the dim light of the moon. They moved unnaturally, their legs clicking against the ground as they swarmed toward him with deliberate, almost intelligent intent.

Lyerin chuckled, rising to his full height and tossing the now-empty jar aside. He spread his arms in mock benevolence, addressing his audience as though delivering a grand proclamation. "This, my dear scarred insect, is where the fun truly begins. You see, pain is a curious thing. It reveals the depths of a person\'s character. It strips away all those pesky masks, leaving only raw, unfiltered truth. And you..." He gestured to the scarred man, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "... are still hiding something. Let\'s see if these little darlings can coax it out."

The bugs began their assault, climbing up the scarred man\'s legs with horrifying speed. Their sharp mandibles clicked hungrily, and one by one, they began burrowing into his skin. His body jolted as the first wave of pain struck him, a fiery agony that spread like molten lava through his veins. He bit down hard, his teeth grinding together as he refused to scream.

But Lyerin wasn\'t satisfied. He clapped his hands again, laughing gleefully as more insects emerged from the shadows, summoned by some unseen force. They swarmed around the scarred man, their numbers doubling, tripling, until it was as though the very ground beneath him was alive. "Come now," Lyerin said, his tone lilting with mock encouragement. "Don\'t disappoint me. I want to see your soul writhe."

The scarred man fell to his knees, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails drew blood. His vision blurred as the pain reached new heights, each bite and burrow sending shockwaves of torment through his body. His comrades watched in horror, their own exhaustion and injuries forgotten in the face of this fresh nightmare.

"Stop it!" Miriam finally screamed, her voice breaking. She tried to move forward, but Donovan held her back, his grip firm despite the trembling in his own hands. "He\'s going to kill him!"

Lyerin\'s laughter rang out again, sharp and grating like shattered glass. He turned to Miriam, his smile wide and unhinged. "Kill him? Oh, my dear little songbird, you misunderstand. Death is too... final. No, no, no. This is about something far more exquisite. This is about transformation. Evolution. Let\'s see if your scarred friend here has what it takes to become more than he is—or if he\'ll break under the pressure."

The scarred man\'s body convulsed as the insects burrowed deeper, their movements visible beneath his skin. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and sweat poured down his face. The others could only watch, their hearts pounding in their chests as they struggled to suppress their own growing terror.

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But then, something shifted. The scarred man, despite the agony, despite the overwhelming pain, began to move. Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself up, his knees scraping against the rough ground. His body trembled violently, and yet, he didn\'t collapse. His eyes, bloodshot and filled with fire, locked onto Lyerin\'s. And for the first time, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Lyerin paused, his laughter dying in his throat. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What\'s this? Are you finally showing some spirit?"

The scarred man spat blood onto the ground, his voice hoarse but steady. "You think... this will break me?" he rasped, his words slow and deliberate. "You\'ve got it wrong. All this pain... all this suffering... it only makes me stronger. So keep going. Do your worst. I\'ll still be standing when it\'s over."

Lyerin\'s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained delight. "Well, well, well. Look who\'s finally decided to join the game." He clapped again, this time slower, more deliberate, the sound reverberating like a drumbeat. "Now this... this is what I\'ve been waiting for."

He gestured to the swarm of insects, and they froze in place, their writhing bodies still as statues. The sudden cessation of their movement was almost as unsettling as their attack. Lyerin crouched down once more, his face mere inches from the scarred man\'s. "You\'ve earned yourself a reprieve," he said, his tone dripping with mock respect. "But don\'t mistake this for mercy. This is just the beginning."

The scarred man didn\'t respond, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The bugs withdrew, leaving his body riddled with wounds, but he didn\'t falter. He stayed on his feet, his defiance burning brighter than ever.

Lyerin stood, clapping one last time before turning to the others. "Well," he said, his voice light and almost cheerful. "What about the rest of you? Do you have the same fire, or are you content to remain boring little insects?"