"You know nothing about me," Travas snapped at him. He clenched his fists in anger, but for the first time since Kevin had met the man, he was thinking about his survival. Attacking the battle-ready Siege would have been a bad choice and Travas knew this. The Siege currently wielded so much power that he was practically looking down on him. The feeling was familiar. He hated it, but not as much as he did back then. When he'd met Atlas. This boy bore similar wisdom to that of the Great Dragon that he'd enslaved.
"You're right about that, but I know the emotions of the person standing before me. Go ahead and ask the question on your mind," Kevin allowed.
Thoughts that had tormented the dark mage for the month of no violence came crashing back into his mind, "What did you mean when you said I could still save him?"
