A smile crosses Nica's face as she walks towards the cavern's entrance. Her eyes fall on some breathtaking gargoyles as their bodies seem almost grotesque in their beauty. She remembers the moments when the creatures entered her room.
They were terrified of her as their bodies boiled from within, and she was furious momentarily. Running her fingertips over the skin, a smile spreads as she sees the still-frozen boils on the flesh.
She turns to Ezra, who looks like nothing more than a strong bull of a man, his skin far darker than hers. If the Gods kissed her skin, then his was scorched by it. He looked like nothing she had ever seen before. A perfect specimen of strength and desire. There was an almost palpable hunger felt just by looking at him.
"Are they alive?" Nica turns to ask Ezra.
"Alive?" He asks.
"Yes, are they awake and alert now?"
"No, they can only be released through an orb. The orb of power is the only thing that can release these creatures..."
