"What a good thing that you just brought yourself, you just made our work very easy, and not to lie to you, you just brought yourself to your death, Fenris!" Callum's words struck sharp and cold, yet layered with a venomous amusement.
"I was wondering why you won't just die, but turns out you've been after something?! Something that has been keeping you alive all this time?!" His steps advanced as he moved closer to Fenris with a predator's precision, circling like a viper waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Fenris looked like death warmed over, a shadow of himself, his face pallid and lined, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Anyone glancing at him could think that perhaps only minutes, or at most an hour, remained before he collapsed entirely.
Yet beneath the fragile exterior, an ember of determination still smoldered, hidden beneath the weight of weakness.
