"My lord, Bluta is back," Carla, the Beastman woman said as she bowed deeply.
Asef leaned back in his grotesque throne, the sound of bones creaking under his weight.
The throne, a grim monument of countless slain Trionians, seemed to shift as if alive, the faint glow of residual souls trapped within the bones flickering eerily.
"Bring him in," Asef said, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the chamber.
The heavy doors groaned open, and Bluta shuffled inside. The Keldar's hulking frame was hunched, his movements hesitant.
Some of his feathers were missing and his demeanor now was anything but proud.
"My lord, Great Being. Thank-k you for giving-g me another chance," Bluta said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and reverence. He dropped to one knee, his head bowed so low it almost touched the floor.
