"Damn you... I know it's hard for you to hear me now, but... The day you dared to allow that, your death sentence was written." The coldness of his words made a body that shouldn't have been able to hear him tremble.
"Besides, it wasn't going to be a painless death. You were destined to suffer!"
He drew his sword and gently stabbed it into another of his organs.
Then he stood up and shattered his right leg.
"You shattered my mother's leg, now I hope you can understand her pain." He looked at him as if he were trash.
He was covered in blood and wounds. He tried to beg for his life.
But he ignored him.
"Suffer a little longer. You'll have the slowest death I can allow you." Elliot looked at the giant TV above the sand.
"Too bad I don't have more time." He sighed and moved.
"I hope you enjoy your last few minutes, you bastard."
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On the other side of the battle...
The Clark Group was being wiped out.
The two Masters were trapped.
