Zafron darted behind the crumbling remains of an obsidian archway, chest heaving as he pressed his back to the cold stone. The echoing moans of the undead horde slowly faded, their shambling forms leaving the immediate area. He exhaled in relief, only for a shadow to shift beside him.
"Running again, Zafron?" Calista's voice was as soft as silk but carried the same biting edge he remembered. She stepped out from her hiding place, her vibrant eyes gleaming in the dim half-light of limbo. "Didn't think I'd see you like this. Back pressed against a wall, heart pounding."
"Not now, Calista," Zafron muttered, catching his breath. "I've had enough trouble for one eternity. And what are you doing here"
