The shadows in the room began to quiver, with every moment of silence that passed they grew more and more restless, slowly inching their way toward Lucius.
"Havon, please calm down. He's still alive," Avankor explained, however, his mystic mantle was already on. What Lucius was seeing was enough to throw anyone into a state of despair, never mind someone with a mental state as damaged as his.
"How?" Lucius asked, trying to calm himself down a little. This did nothing but cause the shadows in the room to quiver and shake even more, in fact, even the shadows that covered Avankor's body seemed to resonate to this effect.
"He misused his mantle against the necromancer. He tried handling more power than his body co-" Avankor tried explaining.
"Alpha doesn't have a mantle! What happened to my child!" Lucius snapped, sinking his hands into the liquid to caress Alpha's face.
Or what was left of it at least.
