The dungeon was deathly quiet, save for the heavy footsteps that echoed off the cold stone walls. Frederick led the way, his expression hardened, his mind set. Behind him, Astrid, Derek, Ron, and Magnus followed, each carrying their own burdens, their own reasons for seeing this through. The door to Alan’s cell loomed ahead, its iron bars a final barrier between life and death. Frederick hesitated. For all his resolve, standing here, knowing what he was about to do—what he had to do—made it real in a way it hadn’t been before. Alan was waiting for him. Chained and weakened, yet still holding that same mocking smirk. “So… you’ve finally found your courage,” Alan rasped, his voice rough from exhaustion. “Come to kill me at last, Frederick?” Frederick stepped inside, gripping the dagger in his hand. “This ends now, Alan.”* Alan chuckled weakly, lifting his bloodied face. “Go on, then. But let’s be honest, Frederick. You’re not killing me out of duty. You’re doing it becaus
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