Ning sent the men away before doing anything else. The young man they had brought remained behind.
He had already been freed from the sack, but that did little to calm him. He stood near the middle of the chamber with his shoulders tense, watching Ning and the strange collection of artifacts around them while clearly wondering whether being left alone with an unknown stranger was actually better than whatever fate Zaraxus had intended for him.
Ning noticed the fear and returned fully to his human form, deciding that looking like an ordinary person would probably help more than standing before him in a form the young man could not understand.
At almost the same moment, a notification appeared before him.
Ning glanced at it once, then looked back toward the young man. "You don't have to worry about Zaraxus anymore. He's dead, and he won't be asking anyone to bring sacrifices here again."
The young man stared at him in disbelief. "Dead? Zaraxus?"
