"Haaa…" Seth panted as he crawled out of the hole he made in the wall.
'Where am I? Another room?'
He observed his surroundings. The room had a long table, about 30 feet long, with dishes and cutleries placed on each spot on the table where a chair sat.
Seth sighed. 'So, this is where the chief eats?'
He heard a groan, which prompted him to glance beside him. Kayne came out of his hole. His hair was rustled, and splinters of wood decorated his face. Meanwhile, Seth's injuries healed up.
Seth said. "I think this is going to be hard."
"You think?" Kayne rolled his eyes as he took a defensive stance with his sword raised horizontally.
He warned. "Be careful, Seth. The fey'rian uses demonic energy. Whatever you do, just avoid it. Stay behind, and focus on restricting the fey'rian's movement. It will be here anytime soon."
Seth thought to himself. 'You don't have to tell me that.'
