Within the painting where no life existed, Arthur faced the shrouded figure who welcomed him like an old friend. As the familiarity of the voice sank into his mind, Arthur realized the identity of this person before him. However, he never expected to meet him so soon.
"…I did not think you would show yourself this easily, Yuvan Perli," said Arthur with suppressed anger that caused crackling lightning to destroy the wasteland. "Have you finally accepted your end?"
"On the contrary, Arthur Silvera," said Yuvan as he pulled down the hood covering his face. "This is the beginning of my role in determining the end of times."
The once freckled and kind face was now covered in a shimmering gray mark, corroding the very skin it rested in. Some of his cheekbone had come to the surface, unearthed by the strange energy digging into his flesh.
