The cavern was silent save for the muted whimpers of the chained Beastkin. The Glory Chasers spread out warily, taking a rough formation around the black-cloaked demonkin. The darkness beyond the sphere of light felt endless and oppressive, pressing in on us from all directions. Even my Demonkin eyes couldn't pierce far enough through the darkness to make out the walls, or the source of the crying. Just how massive was this cavern?
"Who are you?" Sorrin asked, his eyes never leaving the demonkin.
The demonkin smiled and spread his arms wide. "Your future, slave. But in more certain terms, I am but a lowly servant of the Circle of Chains. You may call me Vithrass until the time comes that 'Master' is more suitable."
