Although Arthur had received plenty of treasures from Velen in the past, the knight commander still carried psychological scars from Velen's outrageous antics and shameless displays of wealth.
Every time Velen paid a visit, he didn't just distribute treasures—he tormented souls.
And Arthur?
He couldn't take it anymore.
All those priceless artifacts Velen used like candy?
Arthur's heart was on the verge of collapse.
He had hoped for a few peaceful days. Maybe—just maybe—he could escape the madness.
But fate wasn't on his side.
Velen was back.
And with him, came chaos.
Arthur had figured out the pattern long ago.
Whenever Velen appeared, it didn't matter whether you got something good or not—you'd suffer first.
Guaranteed.
"Commander Arthur! Long time no see—how've you been?"
Velen's hearty laughter rang out as he stepped through the swirling Spatial Rift.
Arthur didn't even blink.
