The sorcerer moved closer to the fire, its flames dancing across his face.
The cave was quiet, except for the sound of wood burning. He touched his chest, and the Heart of Nyxa began to glow - a fierce, pulsing light under his skin.
Dark veins spread across his ribs, like cracks in glass. He smiled, his lips curling up.
"With every beat," he whispered, "your power becomes mine."
Lord Vorlag's shadow stretched across the cave wall.
"You dare betray me?" he hissed.
The sorcerer didn't even look up from the fire. "I'm not betraying you. I simply don't enjoy being bullied."
"Fool," Vorlag spat.
The sorcerer's eyes flashed. "Watch your tongue."
Vorlag smoky figure moved closer, shadows curling around him. "My patience is running out."
The sorcerer finally lifted his head. "I warned you before, breaking the seal now will bring not only Dragoth… but other things we cannot control."
"I don't care."
