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"Father." Only when he had whispered the word, Arthmael had realized he was the one saying it. He exhaled roughly. It was over. It was all over... Robert was dead. He was killed in the most brutal way there could be, by an elf man Arthmael had never seen before. But what mattered was that Evelyn was safe now. And Robert was dead. This torture was finally over. Then why, why a small part of him, buried deep down in Arthmael's chest, was in pain that he saw the man he had considered a father, that had happened to be his real father, lifeless, heartless, laid down on the floor? How could Arthmael almost feel sad that the man was dead despite how much he hated him? As he looked at Evelyn, he wished with all his might he could just get out of those chains and finally, just finally get her
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