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"I need to get away! I can't defeat him!"
Emperor Augustus screamed internally, panic crashing against the walls of his mind. A portal tore open behind him, a shimmering escape route formed through desperation.
But a cold voice halted him in place.
"Where do you think you're going?" Greg asked, his tone devoid of emotion. He reached out, grasping Augustus's wrist with mechanical precision—and then—
Snap!
The sound echoed like a gunshot.
Augustus let out a sharp gasp, pain flashing across his face as his wrist was cleanly shattered—but Greg's face remained unmoving, like he'd just swatted a fly.
"I'm still thinking," Greg muttered, eyes dull and unreadable. "I can't decide what to do with you. I want you to suffer… more than any living being has ever suffered. I want you to feel pain beyond imagination."
"Hah! No amount of pain can break me," Augustus spat back, forcing a grin through gritted teeth. "I am the Emperor—do you think I haven't endured hell?"
