'King? Is this what Jamil was talking about?' I wonder as I stare up at the blue figure now looming over us. "You?" The voice boomed out staring down at Jamil. The Lord points up at the figure out of breath. He's still trying to throw a fit about being king. "No, you are a dark vessel and a sham made by another." Jamil clenches his fists, shaking from yet another rejection. I place my hand over his jerking one to remind him of my presence. I was one of the only people he had left right now.
Morgin, who was up on his feet behind us was then caught off guard as the djinn paid heed to him. He was just a slave after all. Nothing, in his own eyes. "This boy? No, he is a small and bound vessel. Though his will to live is strong."
I feel my eyes glance up at the djinn somewhat frightened. It's then he notices me. "The girl?" He stared me down with critical eyes. "No, this vessel has lost her will to live and choose for herself. Such is that of a dark vessel, but unlike those who seek to destroy or control others." Something about his words began to sink in as he turns to find any others in the room.
He quickly turns, facing Alibaba. "You?" The boy looks just as shocked and terrified as the rest of us. He doesn't say another word, instead the djinn just let out a sigh. "Is there no one else?" He begins to shrink down to a smaller size. I notice the surprised reaction the boy lets out, getting up on his feet to argue the matter. But the djinn is focused on something else that has caught his attention. "Oh. Who do we have here?" He bowed toward the blue haired boy. "Magi."
So our master was right. This boy was someone important. I watch unable to make out the trios' words when that giant from before appears, the one in the boy's flute. He seems to be making motions to talk, but I can't understand any of it. All I pick up is the djinn turning to the two boys and them bursting out in excitement. The blonde boy happily helps himself to the treasure lying about, without another care in the world. So this was it. This was the end of the dungeon.
I turned to Jamil who's still breaking down, muttering something incoherent. Morgin comes over to us. He glances over at me, eyes asking what's wrong. But my worried gaze is enough for him to understand. Jamil would not be the same. He would not return to normal, even if he left this place.
Before any words could pass between us, a loud boom broke out as a piece of the ceiling thudded and hit the floor, crumbling apart. We jump back in shock as it came near us. Turning our attention to the others, we sought answers. "What the..?!" Alibaba exclaims. Even the djinn looks up, trying to figure out what's going on. So this wasn't normal. My mind starts spinning. Was this really it? Would we not be able to make it out? For a moment, I didn't want to die. A thought that had never really bothered me since becoming a slave.