A chilling and eerie atmosphere seemed to settle over the surroundings as Atreus executed his gruesome act, his actions invoking a visceral sense of horror that hung heavy in the air.
Sylvana's voice, strained and feeble, pierced through the grotesque scene. "You will pay for this, soon." she warned, her words a desperate echo of defiance.
"Oh, I'm quaking in my boots. You'll wait for me in the depths of hell; yada yada yada…" responded Atreus with a callous, mocking tone.
His taunts dripped with sarcasm, a stark juxtaposition against the gruesome tableau before them.
Perplexed, Sylvana's expression twisted into a bemused smile.
"What are you even talking about?" she inquired, a note of confusion underlying her fading strength.
As the grip of life gradually slipped from her, her form descending toward the ground, Sylvana uttered her final words with a mix of resignation and dark irony.
