Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and those five people returned to see Arkhen's status.
However, all they saw was Arkhen sleeping with his eyes closed while those ice shards continued to torture him with injury and a healing cycle!
"Is he sleeping?" One of them muttered with doubt.
"He is not dead, that's for sure. Humph," a woman's sharp voice rang out as she snorted and waved her hand to make the icy cloud disappear.
A second after that, they saw Arkhen opening his eyes and looking at them with the utmost calmness, like a dead still pond without any ripples.
"Level up the torture. It's clear that he won't hand over the reality token as it is," another womanly voice rang out, a sweet melodious type. However, her words were anything but sweet.
"Since he tasted ice, then…" a man said before he waved his hand and created a volcanic dirt material before burying Arkhen in it.
His entire body, except his head, got buried inside volcanic dirt with red-orange vein patterns.
