Drooping his head, five crimson claws, sharp and short like daggers, decorated with mystical spiritual energy patterns, hovered over his chest. As they closed in, they clutched his mending Midnight Heart in their grasp.
"As a dying man, you are quite disappointing, Arthur, you've entirely disgraced our ancient lineage!"
Lady Cui Si's voice, laced with displeasure, sounded from behind.
"No, please... I've given everything... Please..."
Arthur pleaded.
But Lady Cui Si did not hold back because of a few pleas. In her life full of mysterious past events, kindness to her was a luxury. She would not be so generous as to grant it to a pitiful life that sought to imprison her with no value to offer.
She had lived for too long.
Any vestiges of her kindness had long since been swept away by the wind.
With the ruthless retraction of the deadly claws, Arthur's body collapsed onto the ground, looking at Maxim one last time before turning into a fading statue under the sun.
