"How dare you… are you against honesty now… huh… some god."
Damon was appalled. His shadows tightened as he flickered forward, shadows curling around him in defense of Matia.
Lazarak sighed. The darkness around him quivered like a living thing.
"I already agreed. I will have you two know I am a nice god. Some gods have cursed people for less."
From the look on his face, Damon suspected Lazarak was about to act. That was fine.
He had conserved enough power by not ripping his chains apart with brute force….
"How do you intend to leave here anyway? Your form is mostly darkness, right?" Damon asked, curiosity slipping into his voice as he studied Lazarak's shifting silhouette.
"This is what I actually look like. This darkness is my true form, though I have other forms."
The darkness that had been hovering loosely around him began to solidify. It thickened into a swirling cyclone, its edges rippling like torn cloth caught in a storm.
