"Wow, you're tough. Truly relentless," Caron said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Are you at least a high-ranking officer or something? By now, your mind should have shattered."0

Caron was honestly impressed. Even at the brink of death, Nur guarded his secrets tenaciously.0

"It's fine. You don't need to tell me," Caron said.0

Slash.0

Caron drove his sword into Nur's leg once more, severing it with brutal precision. Nur's scream pierced the air, but his leg regenerated in an instant.0

The altar's relentless power of regeneration had long since become a curse. Death was out of reach. Built on the souls of countless sacrifices, the altar seemed almost to revel in Nur's suffering, putting his body back together just to prolong his torment.0

A twisted, half-crazed chuckle escaped Nur's lips.0

"You… You've already lost," Nur rasped. "The moment you set foot in here, our plan was set into motion."0

"What plan?" Caron asked.0

"By now... Others will have unleashed the maw worms across the capital," Nur sneered. "It will soon become a living hell."0

He laughed again, hollow and mocking, as he continued, "You think you're so clever, don't you? But in the end, it's your fault the citizens will die... Their blood will be on your hands, Caron Leston. And soon, the empire will awaken...0