After twenty minutes of torture, Arthur stared at the messenger, whose body and face were covered in bloody wounds. The messenger's eyes were unfocused, barely clinging to consciousness. His body trembled uncontrollably, and with the last remnants of his strength, he muttered and cursed.
"You're a fake… a fake… just a fake, how?"
"You'll die… they'll avenge me… you're just a fake…"
"You'll die, just wait until the real Arvan comes."
Arthur continued staring at him in silence for a moment, listening to his mutterings with a trace of sorrow. In the end, he sighed.
"Torturing you wasn't easy for someone like me… don't worry. I'll end your suffering now."
Slowly, the roots receded from the messenger's chest. Arthur then stabbed him in the heart.
