"The two of you have a history together, correct?
Why don't you catch up?"
Sharnoth chuckled as she glanced at Vexarion.
Then, she turned towards Ythric and—
"Toy two, take toy one away and put him in a cell.
I can't have him run away again."
She ordered, and Ythric moved, not even caring about the fact that the man he was about to capture was his previous master.
"!!!"
Vexarion's eyes widened, his body trembled as he used all his might to try and move but… his body had given out. All his limbs were attacked and bruised in such a manner that they could no longer be used, at least not until he was reborn.
And even if those limbs of his could move, it wouldn't change anything since Vexarion's mind itself had collapsed. Even though he wanted to run, wanting and actually being able to do it were two entirely different things.
Not to mention that with Sharnoth here, it was pretty much impossible for him to leave.
