There were so few in the world who would have believed this sight.
Raidis seemed troubled.
His eyes darted around the room as if he were already searching for an exit.
"I'm very curious. Which one are you exactly? You had to be one of the important ones to have survived this long."
Kinslayer stepped around the room like he was admiring the carnage that had ensued before he arrived. Raidis watched him move about carefully.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are you-"
"Oh, don't give me that. I'm old, not blind." Kinslayer sat down on the bloodstained sofa, kicking up his feet on the table. "If you were going to try and play that little game, then you probably should have just kept those murder mitts better concealed. It really does ruin the secrecy of it all."
Raidis barely blinked, and suddenly Kinslayer was in front of him.
"So, how did you survive? I really am dying to know."
Raidis swiped his claws in the air with a roar.
