"Mia…" Lucius growled. He simply ignored the elf gurgling on his own blood silently next to her.
The half-elf he once called a friend no longer looked like she used to. Her face was covered in burn scars so bad that she did not even look like a ghost of her former self. Her right arm was made entirely of metal from the shoulder down. Her left leg from the hip down was also completely artificial.
"You look good for someone who got blown up." Mia laughed.
"You don't."
Thunder rumbled in the distance, growing ever closer and deeper with each passing second. A few small coins that had rolled onto the ground rattled about along the floor from the vibrations. Lucius could also tell that Desmond was trying to maintain steady breathing through the pressure of Lucius's anger.
