"You've screwed up again," Allen declared with a tone laced with disappointment. "Then, as I promised, I will make sure this sword pierces your stomach," said Allen, who slowly began to thrust the sword into Benjamin's stomach, giving him a deep pain. But Benjamin could not scream; his voice did not come out, and no one could help him.
As the sword plunged deeper, Benjamin succumbed to the agony, his life slipping away with each drop of blood that trickled from the wound. Standing over him were Allen and his mentor, Wyclieff, their expressions etched with profound disappointment. "You are a failure," they both said. Benjamin instinctively shut his eyes, shielding himself from the terror before him. After a long moment in darkness, he tentatively reopened them, only to find himself in a room, liberated from the clutches of his nightmare.