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There is no response.
A heaviness descends on Arthur Lindsey's chest, as if blocked by a thousand-pound stone that chokes his breath.
Infinite despair swallows him, gnawing at him.
He feels an intense pain somewhere.
The kind of pain that only comes with losing something precious, a pain that penetrates to the marrow of his bones!
His pain causes him to lose his balance. The tall figure falls to his knees at the edge of the abyss, hands covering his face, dropping warm tears. These tears seep through his fingers and fall onto the tips of the grass, like a gleaming dewdrop evoking compassion.
After a while, he slowly lowers his hand, chastising himself into the abyss, "Ella, I should die! I shouldn't have believed that you had any superpowers! I shouldn't have chosen to come to the Magic Card Forest, such a dangerous place, to test you! I shouldn't have allowed Harry to set up this situation..."
