"The Dark King! that Dark King." Laison's heart leaped into his throat, and a surprised screech nearly escaped him. Inside, he was consumed by a storm of emotions, recalling the ominous reputation of the Dark King. He longed to inquire further but found himself utterly speechless. After a series of incomprehensible mumbles, he chose to silence himself, placing his trust entirely in Orion.
They continued down the corridor, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on Laison's mind. The grandeur of the Black Tower's interior faded into the background as the gravity of their situation became clear. In the presence of the Dark King, Laison knew, their fate would be sealed.
Now he understood the purpose behind Orion's reassuring actions.
'At this rate, I'll die of a heart attack before those people get to me,' Laison thought, pressing his hand against his chest as he quietly trailed behind Orion.