Grey's heart sank.
"What?! I didn't know it was that serious!"
"That's why you need to be more careful, Master," Morthas said, his voice firm. "Think things through thoroughly next time—or at least consult me first."
"Are you scolding me right now?" Grey asked, half irritated and half embarrassed.
"I would never dream of it, Master," Morthas replied, though there was a hint of slyness in his tone.
Grey exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples as he refocused on the struggle at hand. The Viscereon's aura slammed against his own like tidal waves battering a cliff, unyielding and relentless. He had thought the battle was over, yet the damned slime was still finding ways to make his life difficult, even in defeat.
"Stubborn little blob," Grey muttered under his breath.
Grey clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface.
"So what do I do now?" he asked, his voice tight.
Morthas's voice echoed in his mind.
