The Shaman saint was overcome with dread and began to shake with fear as he laid eyes on the welcoming gift presented by the blue wolfkin. The sight of his fellow saints' decapitated heads filled him with a profound sense of horror and agony, causing him to lose any remaining will to fight.
Nonchalantly, Atreus spoke, his tone carrying a chilling indifference.
"Do not be too taken aback. The torture was not as gruesome as it may appear." he offered a measure of solace to the captive saint, but his wide grin bore a devilish edge.
"All it took was the utilization of one of my recently acquired skills... and ask them nicely." he revealed with a benign smile.
Atreus' voice then resonated with a somber tone as he spoke...
"It is still difficult for me to fathom that it was the son of the previous emperor who kindled this insurrection."
