Eccar's dimly lit chamber was oppressively silent. He can only hear the faint clinking of the chains that bound him. He sat slumped against the cold stone wall, his expression purposefully blank, concealing the sharpness of his mind.
He heard heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. Moments later, Krevak entered, his imposing figure outlined by the light.
The warrior of gods carried himself with a menacing air as always, his eyes burning with suppressed fury. He stopped a few meters from Eccar.
"You," Krevak began, his voice cold and sharp as steel, "will be taken to meet the true gods and goddesses. They will decide your fate."
Eccar tilted his head lazily, a smirk curling his lips. Despite the bruises on his body he oozed confidence, as if the chains binding him were just inconvenience.
"True gods and goddesses, huh?" he said. "And what's the grand plan for little me? A sacrificial lamb to appease them?"
