He opened his ears wide, ignoring the screams of agony and the battle around him, his ears open only for Ingolsol.
"Boring…" Came a yawned complaint, as the Dark God reclined in his chair, watching things unfold. "I'm really not a fan of these scholarly types. A tendency to overanalyse. Not artistic flair. I mean, look at the scale of this magic circle that he's drawn up. Bit overkill, where's the fun in that?"
Again, Desebel found herself rolling her eyes. "Aren't you the one that gave him the power to do all this?"
"I did… But not alllllll this. Terribly boring. Despair is more interesting than that. A close-fought battle – there's a sweeter despair to be had there," Ingolsol said.
"I recall you seeming rather excited by the strength difference at first…" Desebel noted.
