"It appears the wingless seraph Baybars is, in truth, a diminutive devil chasing meager calculations!"
His retort elicited a grin from the Kapo; he harbored zero hesitation to don the garment tailored for him.
"Should you desire aught, merely manifesting your intent falls short; you must conquer the arrogance overflowing from your vessel and mobilize. Our span is meager; you had best commence speaking!"
The profound breaths he drew moments prior were to reclaim his senses, yet these current breaths served to forestall him from forfeiting them anew. The Blessing of Savagery had commenced bellowing, and the more fiercely Mel suppressed it, the more its volume escalated with every passing diurnal cycle.
"What is this domain they brand the Arena of Existence? I behold not the members of the First Ward today; does it bear any tether to them?"
