While Arthur was still kneeling in his place, contemplating something, and others thought tension was building in the atmosphere, a sudden change took place inside the dead god's insides.
The veins pulsated faster, as if excited after noticing something. A deathly chill permeated the Sanctum, making even the older, powerful figures frown.
Arthur's whole body stiffened as he lowered his head further, trying his best to hide the emotional turmoil inside his heart. He knew this might happen, that he would face the remnants of his past, painful as they were, yet he still came here.
Deep down, he knew he deserved all of this. Perhaps he subconsciously wanted to punish himself, which was why he came here in the first place.
Unlike others, he knew this feeling far too well. After all, he had spent years with this woman, the closest person to him.
