Gushing plumes of black dissipated in the heavy air, a dry chuckle elicited as the Wrath King smiled scornfully, watching the captive wrestle in his iron shackles.
"Release him." He commanded nonchalantly, watching the hawk like eyes staring at him in utter loathing. "The hunt has begun."
A tremor ran down boy’s spine, unease crawling under the skin pale like porcelain as he gulped, bow like lips pulled in fear when his legs instinctively tensed to leap.