Cursebreakers lead hard lives, and the operation was only the beginning. Clive faced the risks head-on, knowing the rarity of such arcane trials, reserved for the steadfast few.

"Stay still, Clive—please!" you pleaded, tears tracing your cheeks as you steadied his writhing form through the pain. Tarja's sorrowful gaze revealed her silent empathy as she erased the bearer mark from Clive's flesh, leaving a striking scar in its wake.

Despite your pleads, he shrieked and screamed in agony.