The Eyes of Death, or the Flesh of Fate?

Magna hadn't turned into some kind of masochist who got off on pain or anything like that.

It was just that apart from the pain and discomfort, he genuinely felt good all over his body.

He felt like he was getting a full-body massage from 5 people, with 10 hands moving all over his body and rubbing his muscles in a relaxing way after a long, exhausting day.

His entire body felt incredibly relieved, every muscle loosening rapidly. Even spots he never knew ached suddenly felt free of that pain, giving him incredible pleasure.

"Are you okay?" Matrim asked, unable to help himself as he looked at his strange face, which looked like it was frowning and grinning at the same time.

Magna immediately opened his eyes, realizing he'd been noticed, and forced his face back to normal. "What? Yeah… Why?"

The sensations, pain, discomfort, and relief were all still happening in his body at once, but he just wasn't showing any of it on his face anymore.