Zhakhil stepped closer to Xaddrin. He wasn't sure if he was strong enough to handle the problem that he had brought on himself.
There was no one else to blame but him for the condition that Xaddrin was in. Since Xaddrin's return, he had done his best to keep his demon in check. Darkness couldn't eliminate darkness. It needed the good in him to try and bring back the good in his dragon.
"Love, why don't we go inside," he ushered to the dragon.
"I want to get some fresh air," Xaddrin informed him. He had been in the worst place of his life during his time in the underworld.
It was hard to keep himself inside the palace. Being behind the walls made him feel like he was caged once more. It drove him out of his mind.
