"No more! Please! I beg of you! Have mercy!"
"Stop! Just kill me! Kill me!"
Aaron and Norman, who once lorded over the Wanderers of Pangea, now both looked like disheveled, wrinkly old men as they begged for their lives.
Erasmus had slowly refined their bodies and souls, making their strength a part of his power.
He did this as slowly and as painfully as possible, making the two proud Monarchs lose their vitality as their Rank degraded.
After three days of torture, both of them had returned to being Rookies and could no longer threaten anyone.
Erasmus made sure to cut off their arms and legs, preventing them from escaping.
He would burn their bodies with dark flames every day, specifically hurting their souls.
Physical pain, emotional pain, and spiritual pain.
The Lord of Death made sure to inflict all of this and more on the two people whom he had wished to take revenge on for the past hundreds of years.
But it would not end there.
