"Its good to be back in my body for a change."
Damon's voice echoed through the darkness.
"You do not have a body," Lazarak replied calmly.
"Tsk." Damon made the faint click of a tongue. He was, after all, just a disembodied heart suspended in shadows.
"I believe this is karma. I once teased a teacher of mine for being a disembodied pair of lips. Now I think I understand how she felt."
Matia stood near the shifting shadows, her posture steady as she observed the two. At her feet was Ghost, who refused to take a solid form. His trembling outline hugged the ground like a frightened animal.
Damon had returned seven days after leaving. That was how long he had been gone. He had succeeded in removing the chains. Both he and Lazarak were no longer bound to this particular floor of the prison. The issue was that Damon could not leave without a physical body.
Lazarak, on the other hand, did not seem interested in leaving at all.
