[: 3rd POV :]
"N-No, this shouldn't be happening!" Arcturus screamed, his skeletal frame rattling as his voice cracked into madness.
His scythe trembled in his grip, veins of corrupted energy leaking from its edge.
"I'm the one who's supposed to stand at the top! And you're all beneath me!"
Daniel's eyes narrowed, his expression turning cold as frost.
"Standing at the top? With this kind of power?"
His words rang with scorn, unflinching and sharp.
"How laughable."
Arcturus flinched as if those words themselves struck him harder than any blade.
Daniel stepped forward, his shadow swallowing the trembling figure of the guildmaster.
His voice carried weight and judgment carved in stone.
"After sacrificing countless lives, after twisting men, women, and children into corpses and puppets…you dare to speak of standing at the top? You have no right."
Arcturus snarled, his jaw clicking violently.
His voice rose, laced with fury and desperation.
