"Ya boy, did well there, didn't you?"
A chill-inducing voice echoed through a darkened space.
Cole's eyes, clogged, blocked, hazed.
Albeit, he could still see.
With that very left eye that had been hazy since the moment the symbol atop the Wyvern's forehead had shined.
That same symbol he had seen back in Lumira.
And then, as he recalled whose voice this was, he wanted to vomit– "Huh?"
No, he didn't.
He was feeling fully fine.
No disturbing emotions.
No inner turmoil.
No outer wounds.
"What the fuck do you want, smoke-shit?"
Cole asked, gazing with his left eye, annoyed.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down there, I'm not your enemy, am I?"
"You have the audacity to say that after what you put me through?"
"It was only deemed worthy by the Em$#rhO@n that you pay such a price."