Adam's head turned slightly.
His hand gripped the spear.
The voice was unmistakable... harsh and echoing with pride that hadn't yet accepted defeat.
Kareth Zul.
The soul hadn't gone quiet... and could for some reason speak without a mouth..
Adam glanced down at the weapon, its crimson body faintly glowing as though something were clawing at its insides.
"You can speak..."
Adam said calmly.
"This prison is unworthy of me! I was a god to my people! A warlock with unimaginable power! You will not keep me bound like some cursed dog!"
Adam remained expressionless, though his grip on the spear tightened slightly.
He cast a brief glance toward Leila and the others, who were regrouping in the background.
They seemed unaware of what was happening... talking amongst themselves, resting, inspecting loot piles.
Kristoff glanced in Adam's direction briefly, but then shrugged it off.
To them, he was probably just talking to the livestream again.
'They can't hear him…?'
