At the moment Archer is being interrogated by Heymlir in an isolated room. His head hangs low while he gasps heavily from all the torture he’s endured up till now. His body has been restrained and is strapped to a torture chair. The floor is stained with a mix of blood and sweat with small pieces of flesh scattered around. Heymlir stands intimidatingly in front of him, amused by his endurance. He holds a bloodsoaked bolt cutter in his hand.

Heymlir: Quite the stubborn one aren’t you.

Heymlir: I’ll ask again. – Archer’s heavy breathing begins to die down.

Heymlir: How did you know about the amp. Core?

Heymlir snaps the bolt cutter into place on Archer’s last remaining finger from his mangled hand.

Heymlir: And why…

The blades digs into his flesh. Archer throws his head back with his face wincing in agony. He lets out disgruntled noises as the squeezing against his finger intensifies. The blades burrows further as they begin serrating against the bones. Instead of having the bolt cutter cut through all the way, Heymlir rips the finger off of the hand tossing it in the air. Blood splatters against the floor as the limp finger lands nearby another finger. The lumps of indistinguishable pieces of flesh on the floor were the remaining fingers that Archer had for his hands.

Archer slumps his head forward, heaving heavily from the pain. His arms tremble within their restraints.

Heymlir: Did you steal it? – He asks with a piercing gaze.

Archer: Screw...screw you…!

Heymlir’s eyelids furrows down a bit.

Heymlir: That was your last finger. – He says while eyeing the finger he just teared off.

Heymlir: As well as your last chance. – Archer’s face twitches.

Heymlir: You seem resolute to not tell me anything. In that case this interrogation is over.

Heymlir turns around towards a table with multiple torture devices.

Archer: That person… – Heymlir turns back his head.

Archer: That person you’re trading with… You cannot give him that core!

"That man is…. Evil!"

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Heymlir pauses for a moment to think about Archer's foreboding warning.

"Evil you say, huh…." – Heymlir says under his breath. "Just earlier you were kicking my men off the clocktower to their deaths, and you want to harp about who’s evil?", He mocks back in irony.

Heymlir: It pains me to say it, but rest assured, that person will not be receiving the amp. Core. I have no intention of withholding our side of the bargain.

Archer’s face turns to visible shock: …Huh?

Heymlir: while it would have been nice to have gotten information out of you. – Heymlir crushes a marble.

Heymlir: there is something more I want from you than that…

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A giant cannon appears from the marble. Heymlir heaves the giant weapon onto this shoulder.

"Your death."

Heymlir places the amp. core into the cannon, "Now…You’ll get to witness the results of the amp. core, by being its first victim."

Many questions were running in Archer’s head. Was the person he was speaking through the Unity indeed Heymlir? And if so, was he used just so that he could give Heymlir the core? But then it wouldn’t make sense since he’s already the mayor, surely he wouldn’t need to resort to such a roundabout method. However, if the mayor doesn’t intend to give the core, then why does he need it…?

Heymlir holsters up the cannon and aims it at Archer. His finger presses against the trigger, until he is interrupted by a sudden door knock. Both Heymlir and Archer turn their heads at the distraction.

Guard: Sir, I'm so sorry to interrupt, but there’s a call for you.

Guard: It’s from San. He wants to speak with you right now.

Heymlir ponders whether to answer the call. Given the circumstance, he comes to a decision.

Heymlir: Put him on hold.

"This is important."

Guard: Yes! Sir!

Heymlir patiently waits, closely listening for the guard to vacate from the door before proceeding further.

Heymlir: Since this will be the first time testing the amp. Core on the field, I would like to see its specs. I won’t kill you immediately, but do try not to die too fast. But seeing how much you’ve endured, I take it you should be fine.

Heymlir: Now… You don’t seem to like to use your arms so much. When you were fighting Jayce, you always had your hands inside your pockets. I wonder why? I’ll make it easier for you…

Heymlir: I’ll take them off one by one. Just like your fingers. – Archer’s face twitches at his comment.

The cannon powers up, creating a humming sound. The amp. Core begins to glow a bright sinister purple. Heymlir fires the cannon. His torso suddenly recoils back, and the cannon lets out a gigantic laser beam. All Archer could do was stare straight at the blinding impending light flashing towards him, swallowing his body. The beam evaporates the wall, burning through the room behind them. The entire area begins to shake. The people inside the containment facility stumble and panic from all the rattling, unaware of what's going on.

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The beam dies off. As the dusts clears, Heymlir moves his arm away from his face. His eyes widen in complete shock. A path of incinerated destruction is left in wake of the beam's direction.

The top of Archer’s body is completely gone. The reinforced steel chair melts into Archer’s toasted remains. A massive burnt hole is formed behind that extends pass into the cell rooms further.

‘Amazing…!! The output of the blast from the blazer cannon shouldn't be anywhere near this…! Such destructive force…! To think the core could amplify the cannon to this degree…!’ – Heymlir thinks to himself, astounded by the powerful result.

Heymlir inspects the blazer cannon, ‘What’s more, the cannon is still intact and functional, even after firing a blast of that magnitude. There doesn’t appear to be any evidence of any visible wear… This very same weapon that was scrapped for its incapabilities to fire no more than a few rounds without breaking apart.’

Heymlir (thinking): Of course our client would think of creating something this insane…!

Heymlir begins to tremble in excitement: Ha! Ha! Ha!...!

Heymlir: Dr. Crogsbell…! You absolute madlad…!

After some time has passed of tidying up the tools, he exits the cell and is met with a worried guard. “Mayor Heymlir!” – The guard exclaims.

Guard: Just moments ago, we heard a loud sound and there was a tremor, what happened in there!?

Heymlir: No need to panic. I was just testing out a new weapon from Dr. Crogsbell is all.

Guard: A-a new weapon…??

Guard (thinking): What kind of weapon could cause an entire facility to shake…?

Guard: San demands to speak to you right now, he says that he is currently on his way here.

Heymlir: Thank you for the update. I’ll speak to him when he gets here.

Heymlir (thinking): That’s one trash disposed of….

“One more to go.” – He says as he makes his way down the hallway.

In another cell nearby, Jayce is chained to a wall with his body already beaten and bruised; waiting for his eventual demise.

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