"Take it seriously, prayer is not child's play, nor a joke, be persistent, be devout…" Arthur Laine diligently guided Amberser in praying to the Lord of the Dawn.
But in the end, it concluded amidst Amberser's screams of agony.
Lying helplessly on the ground, Amberser said, "No way, getting my hands and feet chopped off back in the day didn't hurt this much, I give up."
After being reminded of his achievements by his group mates for half a day, Amberser thought it was about time he sought a reward from the Lord of the Dawn.
So, he approached Arthur Laine and asked this Holy King for guidance on how to pray.
But it was pointless. As soon as Amberser felt a trace of Holy Light, his soul endured an excruciating pain as if he were being dismembered.
Holy Light was torture for the Undead, completely inescapable. He hadn't felt such intense pain in decades, and it made him tremble all over.
