He didn't have to wonder for long.
"I apologise for my master's methods. He's brash by nature, unfortunately."
A shadow consumed Uriel's figure as a presence appeared, towering over him.
The being was reminiscent of the soul reapers of old he'd once read about in the church's library; a floating mass of violet shadows and specks of radiant light, draped in vast robes that conformed to its inhuman limbs.
Within its hood lay endless darkness, so deep Uriel nearly lost himself from a single glance.
It stood at least twice his height. Its aura was muted, relatively restrained, yet so sharp that Uriel found it difficult to breathe comfortably in its presence.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze toward the shadowed figure. "H-hello."
"Are you with Sir Godwyn?"
The figure seemed momentarily taken aback by Uriel's sudden politeness and restraint. After all, it had been watching everything that transpired within the cave.
