After Archer's sudden attack he sensed the prisoners, still huddled in their cells, staring in stunned silence at the dead bodies. Their hearts pounding as they witnessed the sheer power that had just shattered their captors' hold over them.
He chuckled just as Nyx looked at him with a concerned expression. ''Aren't you worried about Morena and Demacia?''
''No,'' he instantly answered. ''I feel sorry for anyone who runs into them. You know those two are some of the rare people who give me the chills.''
The Chaos Dragon started laughing at this, but soon agreed. ''Yes, some of their experiments sent goosebumps down my arms and I've seen some wild shit over my years.''
Archer gave a firm nod, and together, they stepped into the dimly lit prison. Their eyes quickly found the dark-haired young man, Ryn, curled tightly in the corner of his grimy cell, his form shadowed by despair.
