"AHHHH…"
The terrified cries of three dungeon riders reverberated through the area, their voices swallowed by the thunderous waterfall.
"No matter how many times you interrogate us, our response remains unchanged. We don't know what you are talking about," one of the dungeon riders asserted.
Arlo, in his desperation for answers, resorted to breaking their fingers one by one. Yet, his brutal method seemed futile.
"What did you mean by saying that slaughtering the Yedlin Clan is the way to complete the mission?" Arlo demanded, his face a mask of fury.
Arlo recalled the ominous inscription on the Slayer of Yedlin Clan sword:
[Slayer of Yedlin Clan]
[Inscription: This sword slaughtered the Yedlin clan and devoured its soul. Whenever it is released, it brings an end to its wielder, and only the true Devourer can lift its curse.]