"Master," the souls chanted in unison, though their voices lowered.
The two prisoners watched him approach from the wall. Felicity's purple hair was artfully tangled around her face, and dirt marked one cheek above her intact travel clothes.
Feng had refused even that much decoration. She sat beside her best friend with both wrists chained overhead, staring at Quinlan with exhausted contempt.
"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked.
"I have been chained to this wall while she rehearsed the same scream over and over," Feng replied.
"It wasn't the same," Felicity corrected.
"You changed a word."
"Those were incomplete attempts!"
Quinlan's helmet hid the grin spreading across his face.
Of course he knew the people fighting outside. He'd opened the damned gate himself.
The old swordsman was Alexios Valorian, with Lyra, Abudha, Raika, Orianna, Myrasyn, Sylvaris, Ria, Shallan, Liora, Cedric, Selene, Elisabeth, and Blackjack playing his fellow survivors.
