Bab 451: The Serpent's Omen: The Powerful Poison

"Sir Arthur, what … what do you mean?" Sied asked as Arthur calmly walked toward them.

Arthur Lonar, holding the ominous letter in his hand, took a deep breath before unfolding the parchment. The paper felt fragile, as if holding a piece of his fate within its delicate fibers. The words inscribed on it formed a dark and eerie poem, a haunting melody that echoed the impending doom he faced:

In shadows deep where secrets creep,

A serpent slithers, darkness reaps.

A traitor's path, a dance with death,

Deceit revealed with every breath.

A double game, a dangerous waltz,

A knight ensnared, a deadly false.

The ink of truth, a venomous scribe,

Unraveling fate, where shadows thrive.

Beneath the moon, the poison's art,

A deadly sting, a traitor's part.