In the Kingdom of Axelor, in a secret location a few kilometers away from the Royal Palace.
Two men were standing in front of a third whose face was so battered that even his features weren't clearly visible anymore.
He seemed to be wearing the garb of a King, but the beating he had been through had torn through most of it, leaving behind a few remnants of the precious materials that had once protected him.
He was chained against a boulder, with his hands in the air, while a large puddle of blood formed between his legs from the multiple injuries all over his body which looked like they had been caused by some kind of ridged whip.
Indeed, to the side lay a table, on which there were multiple objects designed for torture, all of which had blood on them.
Of the two men, one had a small smile on his face, while the other looked grim.
Of course, they were Arnold and the one whom he believed to be his friend from the time of the Empire.
