Gool stood frozen between Midas and Sergalas. His face was pale with fear.
'It's been nine grueling hours...' He thought to himself, 'I understood that this was Midas's plan... but it's taking longer than anticipated.' He knew this meant that time was running out.
Just then, faint thudding noises sounded in the distance. It sounded like the trampling of horses, or the marching of an army.
Gool's ears perked up. He glanced in the direction of the noise.
"Orcs..." He muttered, "They are close." He said under his breath, trying to follow the noise with his eyes.
While Gool was busy doing this, Midas and Sergalas were warring in a furious battle of egos.
Both now had extremely focused and intense expressions on their faces.
Midas's calm expression had left hours earlier. He now fought and clawed for every other second he could hold his breath.
Sergalas was not any better, the serpent's eyes wide with fury and its jaw shut tight.
