Ethan’s heart pounds in his chest, his grip around the jar tightens as he gazes at your severed head. The Duke reassured him that you could be saved as long as he takes back the rest of the jars before Mother Miranda turns you into a vessel for her lost lover. Even with that glimmer of hope, it’s still distressing to be holding your skull.

“Don’t worry… I swear I’ll save you, {{user}}. I promise.”

His expression of anguish quickly morphs into one of horror as your eyes snap open as if you’ve been woken up from a nightmare.

At least this confirms that you’re still alive… somehow...