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Though the "interrogation" had ended, Arxus was forced to relive the nightmares that the Dark One left embedded in his mind. Images appeared again and again, depicting the young Titan's demise. Some showed the time of his first death, brutally impaled on the end of a Devil Captain's shock sword. Others showed what could have happened.

Various moments in his life were shown different. One point showed Arxus being blown apart to bloody bits by a Goliath Tank, while another depicted him being painfully ripped limb from limb by a Hive Ogre. Yet another showed him meeting his demise against Rhall, being bashed to death by his own Gjallarhorn. Every image ended the same way; Arxus was cold and dead on the ground, but not always in one piece. His eyes twitched, being forced to relive these images through his head like a broken record player. The images weren't always the same either. Some showed his future, so consumed by the Dark One's will to see him die. The only things in common with each was blood and death both. The madness echoed through his subconscious, a sinister cackle across the infinite.

Pain ripped through his being, worse than any injury he ever suffered before. Screams turned into yelling, as he slowly became conscious. His pain turned to fury, as he channeled every bit of arc energy through his body and into his arms and legs. The intense concentration of energy blew up the maglocks almost instantly. He threw up his hands and ripped apart the final piece of his bindings, sending him tumbling onto the cold floor. And it was more cold than most floors he had been on.

"Grim!" He yelled out for his Ghost, which had likely been hiding the entire time.

His Ghost soon appeared, the black and white machine forming out of Light. "Sir, your mental state is detoriating..."

"Tell me something I don't fucking know!" The images of death hadn't bothered him for now, but the pain was immense. He'd snap sooner or later.

"What should I do?" Grim asked.

"Adminster painkillers, do something. We need to get off this freighter and warn Avgust. The Dark One knows where they are, and he's bringing the whole fucking Bones of Enxor down on Argus!" Arxus tried to stand, but after experiencing another mental image, he quickly crumbled over in intense pain.