"Ignatiel," Rael called out, tapping on the glass cage. "How have you been?"
They didn't know each other very well, but Rael felt a tad bit guilty at the sight. After all, Ignatiel was currently bashing his head against the glass cage with his eyes unfocused.
A year of solitude was enough to turn anyone crazy, and even more so somebody who thrived on attention and debauchery.
Ignatiel was so out of it that he didn't even bother to look up and meet Rael's gaze.
"I see..." Rael muttered. "You know, it wouldn't be too late for me to spare your life."
That seemed to spark something in Ignatiel as he stopped midway through banging his head against the glass cage. Finally, he looked toward Rael, his head bloodied.
Without hesitation, Rael continued.
"Hand over your kingdom and leave the continent. If you do that, I shall spare your life," Rael offered coldly.
