"Where are we ?"
Cades didn't expect a real answer, the archer was probably sent to this place in the sa way that he was, he was probably banished here, but maybe, just maybe, maybe he knew sothing.
After all, there was a fair chance that the archer had been here longer than Cades, much longer.
And finally, after seemingly calculating the risks, thinking over what he was going to say and firing his gaze into thin air, seemingly still thinking about the "false" way in which Cades had absorbed the active, the overload, the lightning spell, he finally began answering, this ti one could barely hear the gurgle and even the overlaying intent was quiet.
"I have no idea, but if I had to take a guess I'd say that this place, this eternal abyss, is a prison, one where there are inconceivable danger around every corner, hiding in every f#cking nook, readying themselves to rip everyone apart. There are countless flying islands here and except for the temples that are spread out everywhere around this endless void each of the islands is ho to a great danger, whether it be demons, hondors, ahiles, I've even seen a being that I think was a kurakkan. I've been here for about three years now and the scariest thing is that I never ate and I never aged, this place, whatever it is was created for a purpose, was created to do sothing. Nothing here changes, whether it be position, whether it be age, whether it be the light from below. I've spent every day of the last three years cursing this place, this f#cking void with the f#cking monsters slithering across it like gigantic black worms, like snakes that reside in the water and drink their own piss, I hate this place."
With every word that the entrancing archer said his face contorted less and less, at first he seed to be thinking about all the crap he had been through in this hell, all the thing that had tortured him, that had seed as if they would change everything about everything, as if they would kill him, but after that first grimace that still didn't take away much from his entrancing quality he beca more and more monotone, all the while his language becoming more and more repetitive, vile and hateful.
In many a way he was truly showing just how much he hated this place, he hated it so much that his anger did not show, just as a seeving hot liquid that was kept under enough pressure while it was still ice, still heated up and still stayed as ice, just as the core of a planet, a planet made of solids keep in mind, was often solid because of that very sa principle, because of the insane pressure on them, the hatred that was streaming out of the archer was pressured so much that it didn't co out, that it beca monotone, that he just stood there.
It was terrifying, a man who shows his emotions can be volatile and a man who doesn't can be cruel but a man that had so many emotions that he couldn't show them would inevitably go insane, whether he was happy, sad or in this case filled to the brim with hatred.
But, perhaps because of that very sa reason, the anger of the archer quickly vanished from his face, only leaving behind a insultingly beautiful slate without any emotions and eyes of a normal size, and at that mont, the mont where he had gone back to normal and was staring at the still seated Cades, the Cades that hadn't moved in the slightest, he asked sothing else.
"Why was the lightning purple ?"
The archers emotional state changed as fast as when the pressure from the boiling hot ice was released, just without the inevitable explosion that followed in the case of the ice, no, this person was smart, he knew what he had to do.
Of course he was smart, this archer was probably one of the most powerful on his world.
But Cades didn't understand the question, energy-based attacks were almost always purple in his case, and in others cases they could also be other colours, that's just how the personal tint of the soul influenced the energy that exited the body, whether it be aura or just plain lightning.
"It's my souls tint, the colour that my magic is tainted in."
There were countless better ways to explain it, but neither did Cades know many of them and nor did he truly care, similarly to the archer, he simply wanted to get it over with and only told him as much as he needed to know to know how it worked and if it had any big impacts on anything.
But the archer was unimpressed, he certainly interested in the topic but it seed as if he would let it rest for the mont, thinking about it there was sothing else, sothing that Cades had to ask the archer, sothing important.
And after just a few seconds he realized, the archer ca from the opposite direction and he had claid to've been travelling through this endless hell for three years AND added to all of that he had ntioned weird temples in his monotone rant.
For now Cades was most interested in the most important question, the question that he would really need if this archer was going to betray him, however unlikely or likely that might be, Cades was sure from what he had told him, this guy wouldn't know how to speak a magic oath, and even if he could, Cades still wouldn't trust him, after all, there were countless ways to cheat ones way through a magical oath.
And, his heart beating in excitent as he was looking forward to the answer, grasping the littlest bit of a small glimr of an ember of hope that he seed to still have left sowhere deep, deep within his soul he began his question that had burned holes into his tongue within just the half a second that he had thought about how to ask.
"What is on this chain"
Cades was not very hopeful, but maybe, maybe, this guy had been walking for long enough to know that this wasn't the way, or perhaps there was a place he could rest at and even relieve his starving stomach that the archer had claid would never truly kill him.
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