Arthur's return

The intensity of the pain Arthur felt was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Flynn and Bofur took a few steps back. His cries of pain sent a chill up their spine.

The priest however, stood calm and collected. He waited.

The sanctum echoed with Arthur's agonized cries, the room vibrating with the immense power that surged through him.

After what felt like an eternity, the pain began to subside. Arthur was panting and drenched in sweat.

Silence. No one said a word.

Then he slowly rose to his feet and opened his eyes.

The priest gasped in awe and admiration. "The Watchman's Eye had chosen its owner."

Arthur's right eye was no longer an ordinary human eye.

His right eye was now a mystical timepiece like a celestial clock.

His eye possessed a dial and intricate gears that moved with a mesmerizing fluidity.

The hours and minutes hands glided along the face of the clock.

Flynn and Bofur, still awestruck, found themselves unable to tear their gaze away from Arthur's eye.

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