The prison was made to hold him. Naturally, Lazarak had taken precautions long ago to ensure he could escape if he ever felt the need. It was not that he could not leave. He simply never felt like doing so, or perhaps he always knew he would fail to accomplish his goals even if he did escape.
So the question was what changed.
The answer was simple. He now had company. Someone who would see his goal through to the end, even if that someone was the strange and suicidal shadow that accompanied him.
It was a strange creature, yet Lazarak couldn't help but like him.
He seemed quite cruel, but from what Lazarak had seen, he was quite kind as well. He had given up a chance to rebuild his physical body just so his knight would regain her will.
He liked the shadow.
Lazarak stood in the reflective hall of the mirror cathedral.
