"I'm sorry..."
Arthur clutched his chest, which was growing unbearably hot. He could even feel his Undead soul being seared by the Sunflower. The intense pain caused his soulfire to flicker violently, and he couldn't help but drop to one knee.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
The sound of a heartbeat grew real and strong, overwhelming all his other senses. Calvin's questioning voice was gradually swallowed by the monotonous, heavy thumping, growing faint until it disappeared completely.
However, the soul-searing pain then receded like a tide.
It wasn't because the Sunflower on his chest had gone out. On the contrary, it had grown even brighter and warmer!
The light even pierced through his cold breastplate and slowly drifted out from his chest, like a small, bright lamp illuminating the boundless darkness before him.
Arthur snapped out of his pain and belatedly raised his head.
Calvin and Lid, the Fifth Legion's encampment—all of it had vanished. He was now in a world of pure darkness.
