The strange voice confirmed, calm yet distinct:
"Yes."
Grey's eyes widened, but he had no time to process it, as he ducked under a crackling Arc Flash that seared the air above him, the heat making the hairs on his neck stand on end.
Rolling to the side, he narrowly avoided another blast.
"Since when can you talk?" he asked, breathless, keeping low as he sprinted for cover behind a fallen pillar.
"Since the beginning," Morthas replied, his tone as plain.
Grey flattened himself against the cold stone, the pillar shielding him from the onslaught of fiery explosions. Another blast hit nearby, the force shaking the ground and sending a spray of debris over him.
"Then why didn't you say anything before?" Grey shouted, his voice rising above the din.
