The sound of a loud slow clap echoed from the area above them. Zell and Qamra looked up to find an older human man sitting atop the roof of the elder's temple. Zell recognized the man instantly and was shocked. "Donovan?!" He shouted out.
"No, I am your old pal, Steve." The old man answered back. "You haven't forgotten me already, have you? After you took such good care of me the last time we met. I was thinking you were due for me to return the favor."
"Get out of Donovan's body!" Zell demanded.
"So demanding." Steve laughed. "Look, this old fool gave me this vessel of his own free will. He couldn't stand the rats slowly eating away at his flesh as he helplessly hung in the dungeon. When I made my offer to him you more than gladly accepted. Sadly, the poor fool was too weak to suppress my personality, so I am in full control."
"Wait, he was being eaten alive by rats?!" Zell asked.
