Arthur stepped closer to Adrian.
The endless darkness of the prison realm seemed to grow quieter with every step.
Arina stood several meters away, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her eyes remained fixed on Arthur, filled with fear and uncertainty. She had no idea what he intended to do to her father now.
Adrian, bound by countless black chains, raised his amber eyes and watched Arthur approach.
Arthur stopped directly in front of him.
Then he placed one hand on Adrian's shoulder.
A thin crimson blade materialized between Arthur's fingers.
The blade was no larger than a dagger, yet it radiated a chilling aura. Its edge glowed faintly in the darkness, formed entirely from condensed blood mana.
Adrian's eyes narrowed.
"What are you planning now?"
Arthur smiled faintly.
"Do not worry. This will hurt a little, old man."
Before Adrian could respond, Arthur lightly dragged the crimson blade across his shoulder.
A shallow cut appeared.
