"You're a sneaky bastard," Miret growled, his eyes narrowed on Severin, who only shrugged.
"I can't remember what you think I did again."
"You don't remember? You brought them here. Everything has been a plan of yours from the beginning, isn't it? Forget it. Where are my bones?" Miret asked.
Severin sighed. His face was calm, but inside, it was as if his bones were melting. The power he used was rebounding back at an astonishing rate.
So, Severin didn't have the time to play as he usually does and instead cut straight to the point. "Lord Miret, let's get one thing straight. I know where your bones are. I know you can't call a ghost with a divinity power. I know you wanted to kill me but failed. What else?"
Severin's eyes were shining by the time he was done. There was madness and something showing through in there that couldn't be easily described by others.
Miret had one word. Madness.
