Deep beneath the earth, under Ashvarn .. at the waning end of the long night…
While the world slept, and the Heart wandered their city streets, utterly unaware of what was unfolding beneath their feet…
Ethan Heart had already begun deciding his fate.
Since reaching the Legacy Dungeon, many hours had passed.
Hours during which Mathius screamed again and again, trying to dissuade Ethan from killing him.
He tried temptation. Deception. Even begging.
But it was useless.
Ethan had not spoken a single word since their last exchange. He focused entirely on driving his blade into Mathius' flesh.
After all that time… much had changed.
After thousands of thrusts .. thousands of strikes ... the floor before the throne was now drowned beneath a vast sea of black, putrid blood.
Mathius' blood.
Blood that had spilled after he suffered the bleed dozens… no, hundreds of times.
His pale body was now painted in his own corruption, covered in countless horrific wounds carved by the sword.
