After hearing the truth from Calvin, the soulfire in Arthur's eye sockets flickered violently.
It was as if a switch had been flipped in his subconscious. Amid sharp stings in his soul, the haze obscuring his memories scattered like startled crows, and images flew through his mind—
A rainy night, an overturned carriage, silent Knights closing in without a sound, and the shock and fury showing from beneath their masks when they roughly tore open the carriage's waterproof tarp to find it empty...
The chaotic thoughts gradually coalesced, growing clear.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Calvin. "I remember now. They did kill me, but I never gave them the Holy Artifact."
Calvin frowned. "You didn't? Then where did it go?"
"Belli Brooks..."
