"How about we play a little game?"
D'andre's words reverberated throughout the domain of light.
Xandros felt a sudden surge of terror flood his very being.
He was suddenly bathed in the bleak realization that he stood at D'andre's mercy.
In this space, D'andre is king, and Xandros is nothing more than a weak pawn to be used however the king pleases.
No matter what he did or who he tried to call, he would still end up at the mercy of the white‑haired archmage.
His mind wandered, even though he knew there was no way out, his stubborn will to survive bombarded his thoughts with countless useless ways to try to escape.
Beg for mercy.
Offer something of great value in exchange for his life.
Reveal the cult's secret if need be. Who cares at this point? He was on the verge of death in a place no one could reach, even if he spilled the secret to save his life, no one would ever know.
