Lucen stepped out of the cell, sweating. The darkness in the pits grew eerily sinister.
Thomas' carefree footsteps announced his arrival. His black hair melded with the dark, but his eyes that had a sinister glow to them.
"What are you doing here?" Lucen asked first. If Tron hadn't raised his voice to warn them, Thomas would have caught him unprepared. He summoned the runes of his spells, but held them back for now.
"I ask the same of you," Thomas sneered, "here to release your little friend. I worried Chester was just trying to get me in trouble, but I'm glad I snuck away. I will kill you, and rejoin the battle against the Tyrant wolf."
Lucen activated all his spells. Heat surged through his tired body. "I thought you'd have some self respect. Ambushing and killing someone weaker than you, I wonder how good you feel."
"It'll be a goddamn pleasure."
