A bit baffled, Warak followed Bradok to the tunnel. He was confused by Bradok's nonchalance toward such injuries and massive blood loss.
But Bradok didn't care. His mad grin was wider than ever as he opened a door and even held it open. "After you."
Nodding, Warak walked in. Bradok followed and shut the door. At the same time, Bradok coughed up mouthfuls of blood, finally showing some sort of weakness.
"Don't rush! You have injuries–"
"You don't think I know that?!" laughed Bradok, wiping the blood from his lips. "Why else would I walk into this place, if there wasn't a means to be healed."
"He's right."
A silent formation activated all of a sudden, startling Warak absurdly. The dragon lord tensed up and shifted his hands into claws, leering all around the room in search of the spy.
