The game of survival
Sable descended slowly, his wings folding with a graceful elegance. He chuckled once again, the sound sending shivers through the tense atmosphere. "You see, Vorath, I may not have orchestrated this chaos, but I certainly didn't mind taking advantage of it."
The ground beneath Vorath rumbled as if mirroring the tumult within him. "Advantage? What game are you playing, Sable?"
With a sly grin, Sable responded, "The game of survival, my dear Vorath. I know you're weakened, and these rebels, though feeble, provided a perfect distraction for me to approach you."
Vorath's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing within. "Approach me? For what purpose?"
"I heard your only contractor dead thus resulting in this pitiful state." Sable ignoring Vorath continues, At hearing what Sable said Vorath nothing wants more than to kill him.
However, he could not do it...at least until his original strength came back.
'If only Samuel wasn't dead...' Vorath caught angrily.