"Clay?" Azier managed out of his mouth with a muffled confusion. "...Am I hallucinating?"
It was nearly completely dark, save for the remnants of the green liquid that lit up the destroyed room. He wasn't sure if he was satisfied with this outcome or not. Sure, he had saved some women who had suffered a fate worse than death. However, he also hadn't even tried to save them. He felt like if he had just tried to...
"Are you okay friend? Can you hear Clay?"
The giant was unrecognizable (especially in the green-tinged darkness). Instead of the muddy-like color he had been before, now he was an amalgamation of white stone that the castle had been made out of. Clunky bits rolled and moved together around the bright green orb that burned with a new intensity.
