"Come on now... brat... show us your light magic... show us your incredible healing..." a voice hissed from a man whose face was hidden in darkness. Sam hung from chains, his body bound in layers of restraints, his lips dry, throat parched and desperate for water, he tried yet no words came out.
"Stop messing around and show your healing, brat!" Another dark figure, cloaked in black robes, shouted in an unnatural, raspy voice.
"How many times do I have to tell you...?" A third man approached, coming dangerously close to Sam's face. His bright red eyes glared into Sam's, making him shudder.
"Show the goddamn healing, you piece of—" the biggest figure, dressed in dark armor with just one hand, struck the massive sword in his hand with anger at Sam, hacking him into tiny little pieces which fell through the endless black water, meeting into abyss of never ending darkness.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
