"Do you regret it?"
Andrews opened his eyes. His gaze was complex, a mixture of pity, regret, and pain...
"No regrets."
"Good. In that case..."
Ales nodded. His jet-black left arm, brimming with endless calamitous malice, reached forward. The blood-red glow at his fingertips pierced through Andrews's body without resistance, pulling out a slowly beating golden heart.
"I won't have any regrets either!"
*POP.*
The golden heart shattered, its essence merging into the pillar of holy light.
In the blink of an eye, the pillar of light slid down from the heavens and slowly vanished into Krimms Cathedral.
As the chapel plunged back into darkness, blood trickled from the corner of Andrews's mouth. He gasped for breath, a bitter smile on his face. "You've won..."
Ales took the forbidden item, 0-78 Rover's Left Eye, from his hand and shook his head. "It was inevitable. Once I decided to slaughter you all, there was no way I could lose!"
"It's a shame..."
"What's a shame?"
