"Warden, what have you done?" Jason said through gritted teeth.
"Now is not the time to answer," Warden said, his voice infused with aura. "Get out now..."
They heard the terrible screams of Drakes from all around and finally understood the gravity of the situation. Exchanging glances, they began to withdraw towards the dungeon gate.
Jason stopped after a few steps. He turned to find Warden rooted to the spot. "You're not leaving?"
Warden shook his head. "This is a mess of my own making. I'll join you shortly after I take care of it."
Jason paused.
"Go on," Warden urged, seeing his hesitation. "You won't be able to harvest any essence here, nor will this fight hone your skills...though I admit it would be a bloody experience if you stayed."
Warden could see the temptation warring on Jason's face. He couldn't help but smile.
"You're not prepared for this fight. It is not your path," Warden said. "Go on, I'll return swiftly."
