"Lyrith, how is the plan coming along?"
The masked man who had aided in Endrick's escape spoke in a low, almost emotionless tone. His presence was heavy, a sharp contrast to the girl he addressed.
Across from him, sprawled lazily on a velvet couch with one leg dangling off the edge, Lyrith flicked through the pages of a comic book. Her long ponytail swayed lightly as she shifted, her youthful, almost doll-like face betraying none of the danger that lurked behind her eyes.
"He's coming along," she replied offhandedly, barely sparing him a glance. "As usual, they resist the corruption at first… but it's only a matter of time before his mind is broken. No human can resist the pull of a dungeon core, you know." She rolled her eyes, flipping to the next page.
The masked man gave a sarcastic nod. "That's the exact same thing you said when you were toying with your old pet."
