"Please, spare my life! I'll leave this village immediately and go somewhere far away. I swear I'll never return!" Atlas pleaded desperately.
He had no other choice. Bound to the wooden pillar and surrounded by two masked men who could kill him at any moment, begging for his life was the only option left.
Amon watched him silently for a while before turning toward Arnold.
"What should we do with him?"
Arnold remained quiet, studying the terrified deacon.
"If he really doesn't know anything else, we have no use for him anymore," he eventually replied. "We can either kill him or let him go."
Amon tilted his head slightly.
"But think about it. Frank is already dead, and now we have Atlas. If we let him leave the village, Mason will become suspicious."
"That's true." Arnold frowned. "Either way, we'll eventually have to confront Mason if we want to eliminate the creature beneath the temple."
"Hmm... This is troublesome."
Amon crossed his arms, considering their situation.
