Observe

The torture continued, unrelenting. The cries of Alvis and Elysia echoed throughout the underground prison, their agony reverberating off the cold stone walls.

Even the other prisoners, locked away in separate cells, shuddered with fear. They could almost feel the pain being inflicted on the two.

The cycle repeated endlessly: pain, healing, and then pain again.

Time passed, but for the prisoners, it felt like an eternity. The screams of Alvis and Elysia eventually blended into a haunting symphony of suffering that filled the prison.

The other prisoners trembled, each silently praying they would never endure the same fate.

When it finally ended, hours had passed, and night had fallen.

Atticus walked out of the prison. His steps were slow and steady, his expression calm, almost serene. Not a drop of blood stained his clothes. It was as though he hadn't just spent hours unleashing unspeakable torture.

In his mind, Ozeroth's voice echoed.