"How can you emerge so unscathed? Tell me, do you truly fare well?"
Baybars stood at the head of the steps beneath the stone archway, observing Mel gazing back at him with slumber-laden eyes. He was astounded; contrasting sharply with him, Mel could make zero sense of his utterances, and the Blessing of Savagery—under whose influence he had lingered practically the entire nocturne—commenced howling once more after the Darkness Energy vacated his vessel.
"Kapo, I informed you I fare well! What precise fragment of this eludes your comprehension?"
A blood-red halo flared around his pupils; should this discourse prolong even a fraction, it would bode exceedingly ill for Baybars, yet the Kapo of the Thirteenth Ward seized Mel by the collar and slammed him against the wall flanking the stairs.
