Jack's consciousness abruptly returned, akin to a sudden awakening from a vivid dream.
One moment, he'd been kneeling in Dreknar's shrine, wind howling, chains thrashing violently. Next, he stood in the throne room itself.
The black stone walls stretched overhead, swallowing light. Red drapes hung between massive chains, their deep color almost a shade of purple in the dim illumination. Lanterns flickered with black flames that cast dancing shadows across the floor.
And there, sitting upon his throne of bones and dark metal, was Dreknar the Black Flame.
The demon god's jet-black skin seemed to absorb the scant light that existed in the chamber. Green veins pulsed across his massive frame, bright against the darkness.
His horns curved back from his skull like a crown, and his eyes, burning with green fire, observed Jack's arrival with keen interest.
