For the array mage, death wasn't an agonizing prospect but a resolute acceptance.
Compared to the torment he endured, death was a mere inconvenience.
He envisioned being laid to rest, not trapped in an endless cycle of suffering and despair.
His head hung low, his eyes reflecting a deep hopelessness. He refused to meet Lu Yu's gaze.
The healer's earlier intervention had been inconceivable.
In a mere blink, the brutal wound on his abdomen had vanished. Even the empire's most skilled healers wouldn't have achieved such a feat.
Despair gnawed at him as he fixated on his now-pristine abdomen. It felt like a dream, a cruel illusion.
"I'll divulge everything you want to know," he croaked, "but you must assure me of a painless end."
Lu Yu offered a dismissive pat on his shoulder. "Fear not; that's easily arranged. You're of no further use to me anyway. Speak your piece, and I'll grant you your release."
