Jack raised the blade, the jagged edge catching the dim light from the magical crystals embedded in the chamber walls.
The demon in the cage remained motionless, ready to accept whatever fate awaited.
Around them, thousands of hollow eyes watched from their cells. The atmosphere pressed down with suffocating weight.
"Rynath..." Jack said, his voice carrying across the silence.
Then he lowered the blade.
His free hand came up to his face, fingers pressing against his eyes through the visor.
He rubbed something across them with deliberate care, the motion almost casual despite the tension of the moment.
{Uh... Jack? What are you doing? Why are we stopping? I thought we were going to…}
Jack turned to face Rynath directly, and when he looked at her through his visor, his eyes were no longer red.
They were yellow.
Brilliant, unmistakable yellow that seemed to glow even in the dim light of the holding cells.
