The room croaked in agonizing silence as the figure of a chalky fatigued figure exited a hazel-oak door that had materialized into the middle of the room no more than a few seconds ago.
Julius breathed out slowly.
'This is not good...'
His eyes shot around the room, looking for something... Looking for anything...
But no. Nothing surfaced under the shimmer of light.
'Yevian's magic is sealed. I've only got force left and my soul keeps twitching... The only hope now is that Savel smashes the red-hooded bastard's face into the floor before he turns us into puppets just like those nobles...'
The red-hooded misfit's hands were shivering as if they had been plunged into cold icy water.
"You're all so strange and... Disobedient..."
Its humorously squeaky voice seemed to get carved out as it turned hollow and scratchy,
"Why aren't you all... KNEELING... And-. And... BEGGING. For me to save your worthless, WASTELESS LIVES."
