"You will watch your words in Her Grace's presence, sorcerer." Garron snarled.
The words hit Neveah harshly. Not even for a moment had she forgotten that night in the prison cell of the hidden city.
The words that were said...
Neveah lifted a hand to deter Garron. She took a few steps closer.
"But..." Garron protested.
"He can't hurt me." She reminded.
Crouching down, she stared at the sorcerer. The irony of his situation was that he looked visibly unharmed, yet looking into his eyes, Neveah could see his pain, it was the kind of pain that one didn't even dare scream.
The black fire, whatever it was doing to him, was destroying more than just his magic. It was breaking down everything he was from deep within. In the darkness of this cave cell, with stone walls on all sides, time ceased to exist.
There was only silence, the unending pain, his thoughts, beliefs and convictions. He would eventually lose it all to the pain.
