Chapter 1944 The Painting

• The Arkin Brush materialized once more in Emrys's hand.
• Emrys hovered mid-air, his expression remained unreadable as he spoke. “Weldon, I'm giving you a choice. End your own life before me, or become the first soul to perish beneath my Arkin Brush.”
• Weldon's heart pounded. A force unlike anything he had felt before—one that resonated with the very depths of his bloodline—crushed down on him. To his shock, his body refused to move.