"Good morning, Monarch Dupravel…" Mauriss said, his ancient and raspy voice slithering through the air as Dupravel felt a shiver crawl down his spine, his skin prickling with goosebumps.
"You have outdone yourself this time. The Eternal Sovereign personally wanted you dead, until I intervened."
'The Eternal Sovereign? Want me dead?' Dupravel's thoughts spun as he swallowed hard, the taste of panic settling on his tongue while his body began to tremble like that of a cornered animal.
"M-m-mercy…" he stammered, barely able to hold himself upright, as Mauriss clicked his tongue in disappointment before snapping his fingers.
*Click*
At once, the falling raindrops around them halted in midair, suspended unnaturally as though time itself had been paused, as Mauriss pointed toward Dupravel and gave a small, almost dismissive gesture.
"Crawl here, dog. Before we can have a proper conversation, I will need to clear some of the filth rotting inside your mind."
