(An unknown holding cell, The Twelfth Elder's POV)
The Twelfth Elder trembled at the sight of Leo walking towards him with a dagger in hand, as he had not expected this outcome.
"Skyshard… Skyshard, what are you doing? You said you wouldn't hit me if I confessed! Skyshard… SKYSHARD!"
*SHHK*
Despite the Twelfth Elder's panicked screams, Leo did not stop.
Having already made up his mind to punish the elder, Leo began deliberately stabbing the man's body, each thrust measured and precise, as he struck along the same places where Luke was hit.
*SHHK*
*SHHK*
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*SHHK*
Every cut was a mirror, every pierce a grim echo of what his brother had endured, until the old man's cries filled the chamber like a chorus of guilt made flesh.
"B-but you said… you said you wouldn't hurt me if I came clean!" the Elder sobbed, his voice trembling between agony and disbelief, as if clinging to the hollow promise that had never been more than a deceitful lie.
