Chapter B4C68 - Break Down the Door
Tyron stared at the massive double door entrance to the Red Tower, a strange pulse thudding in his temple. Beyond these doors lay the people who killed his parents. Beyond these doors, somewhere, the array that was used to torture them could be found. Soon, he would destroy it all. He couldn’t wait to destroy it all.
He didn’t even realise his teeth were clenched as he stood, his face impassive, but his heart pounding in his chest and fury flowing like liquid fire through his veins. A voice called to him, but he didn’t hear it. All he could hear was his parents’ dying words, all he could see was his father’s face as he slid the knife into Beory’s chest.
“Hey! Are you listening?” Filetta demanded, shaking his shoulder with one ethereal hand. “Hello?”
Gradually, the Necromancer returned to himself, his eyes beginning to focus on what was in front of him once more as he turned toward the wight.
“Wh… what is it?” he demanded.
“I’ve been calling your name, are you alright?” Filetta demanded. “Don’t come apart now, things are about to get serious.”
“It wasn’t serious before now?” he muttered, startled to realise just how little attention he’d been paying to his surroundings.
He began to sort through the connections that bound him to his minions even as he searched with his eyes, ensuring the situation was still under control. As far as he could tell, it was, but time was still slipping through his fingers, time he couldn’t afford to lose.
“It was serious before, but now there’s a chance you might actually succeed, so it’s more serious,” Filetta told him bluntly. “How are we going to get this damn door down? Your big boys have been working on it for a while now, and it hasn’t budged.”