The house was sparsely furnished, with a single wooden table, a few chairs, and an unlit fireplace.
John gestured for Arthur to sit, setting his bottle down on the table.
"What's this about?" John asked, his voice low, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he leaned forward in his chair.
Arthur mirrored his movement, resting his elbows on the table as he locked eyes with John. "The serpent you asked me to kill..."
"What about it?" John interrupted, his tone sharp, carrying an edge of dread.
Arthur paused for a moment, before speaking.
"It evolved."
John's reaction was immediate.
His chair scraped harshly against the wooden floor as he bolted upright, his hands slamming down on the table.
"What!" he barked. "What do you mean it evolved?"
"I'm telling you," Arthur said, leaning back slightly. "That serpent evolved into an epic-rank boss. It's no longer a pseudo-elite."
