Arthur surveyed the three men before him, deciding the most appropriate torments for each.
"Bloom," Arthur commanded, "put James and Raymond into a dream with their worst nightmares. Make sure my face is prominently featured in every scenario. Let them experience their deepest fears on loop, with me as the architect of their suffering."
Bloom's eerie cackle echoed through the blood-soaked bunker, the plant monster's flower head swaying with malevolent glee.
"With pleasure, Master. Their minds will shatter beautifully under the weight of endless terror."
Golden pollen released once more, this time targeting specifically James and Raymond. The particles drifted toward the two men with inexorable purpose.
James, still frozen by Arthur's spatial manipulation, could only watch in horror as the pollen approached. His eyes widened with desperate panic, trying futilely to move, to escape, to do anything.
