Confronting King Artemur! [2]

As Ares entered the room, the atmosphere grew heavy with tension. King Artemur lay on the bed, his once-mighty figure now reduced to a frail and emaciated state, the poison coursing through his veins having taken its toll.

His body was gaunt, his skin translucent enough to reveal the prominence of his bones. Gray strands of hair adorned his head, a stark contrast to the vitality he had once possessed.

Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, his weary eyes widened, fixing on the doorway where Ares stood. Surprise mingled with concern flickered within his gaze, a reflection of the weight of their shared history.

"A-Ares?" King Artemur managed to utter, his voice barely a whisper, as Ares approached his bedside.

Ares met his gaze with an unwavering stare, his voice cold and controlled. "It's time we had a talk, ...father."