In the end, even Alexander couldn't bear to watch any longer. Wielding his Underworld Sword, he thrust it directly into the deepest wound, unleashing a burst of spectral energy that put an end to the bald ghost's agony.
Right before dying, a look of relief rather than resentment flickered in the ghost's eyes.
"Took me five seconds. Guess I'm not as skilled as I thought," Alexander casually remarked, turning to Edward, who instinctively stepped back, his face paling momentarily. Only after realizing Alexander was on his side did Edward allow himself a sigh of relief.
The spectacle was nothing short of horrifying. Edward had never imagined that a ghost king—or any creature, living or spectral—could emit such a heart-rending scream.
He even wondered if Alexander, had he not intervened, could have literally tortured a ghost king to death with agony alone.
"I'm done; it's your turn now," Alexander noted, amused at Edward's visible discomfort.