Gravis sighed and readied himself. He hadn't expected for one of his friends to die that quickly, but that had always been a possibility. "Who was it?"
"The one called Lasar," his father said.
Gravis took a deep breath. "How did he die?" he asked.
"Normal tempering," his father answered, "he underestimated the power of the weaker of his two opponents. After killing the stronger one, he had thought that the weaker one was easier to kill. The weaker opponent self-destructed, taking your friend with him."
Gravis looked to the side, at the windows, into the outside. "That was in the middle world, right?" he asked.
"Yes," his father answered, "he met up with that old man that you also consider your friend. That's something, at least."