'Do you think that he will die this time?' The fool asked to the Dread of the depths.
'... Why don't you answer? Are you, actually, scared that it may happen? Is the Abyssal King afraid that he will lose a fellow Ascendant? Hahahaha! Pathetic!'
The Dread didn't mind that bastard. Instead, he just kept paying attention to what was happening to that interesting boy. He slept for some hours while Dean was still on idleness and trying to heal his own wounds, but got alarmed once it felt a huge mass of "Chaos" in the place where the boy was.
'Hmmm... he didn't seem to have a choice, but he used a lot of "Willpower". That's the worst thing to do in a closed place like that. The Dreads can track someone easily like this, don't you think? Well, well, I think that he will die. There is no miracle in this world capable of saving him...'
