"Sir Arthur, what … what do you mean?" Sied asked as Arthur calmly walked toward them.
Arthur Lonar, holding the ominous letter in his hand, took a deep breath before unfolding the parchment. The paper felt fragile, as if holding a piece of his fate within its delicate fibers. The words inscribed on it formed a dark and eerie poem, a haunting melody that echoed the impending doom he faced:
In shadows deep where secrets creep,
A serpent slithers, darkness reaps.
A traitor's path, a dance with death,
Deceit revealed with every breath.
A double game, a dangerous waltz,
A knight ensnared, a deadly false.
The ink of truth, a venomous scribe,
Unraveling fate, where shadows thrive.
Beneath the moon, the poison's art,
A deadly sting, a traitor's part.
