Chapter 18: Breakdown
He looked almost the same as when Cades had seen him the last time, apart from the white, long robe that allowed him to still use his wings and the sword he had with him.
Mangels hair was longer, all be it not by as much as Cades hair and he had a relaxed look on his face, one that broke apart as soon as he saw Cades in front of him.
A calming presence was spreading out from Mangel, the total opposite to Cades bloody presence.
He slowly opened his mouth and asked the both of them to enter once in the ehetrian tongue and once in the unknown language that the avian spoke.
As Cades cautiously entered the small room he could see a atlas on a nearby shelf, an atlas that had been written in ehetrian.
There were a total of three chairs, all looking very comfortable and inviting, two in front of the desk behind Mangel took place and one behind it, in which Mangel had taken place.
The two in front seemed to be of a lesser quality then Mangels own chair but Cades didn't care.
He just wanted to talk, he wanted to find out what he had to go through to get here, he wanted to hear about his plans for revenge, he wanted to know what he knew.
As Cades sat down, Mangel and the avian man could both see an unmistakable glint of madness in his eyes, though his entire appearance had already been able to tell them as much.
Mangel finally opened his moth and began talking to the expectant Cades.
"Just what's been happening to you, Cades ?"