Then, with a growl of frustrated rage, Dagur backed away. "This isn't finished," he snarled. He turned and stalked back toward the treeline, his massive form soon swallowed by the deepening shadows. Dagur was also unsure about facing Hamen here. And moreover, he had things to do.
He only came to finish the two of them, but he thought it would be better if he left for now.
Casting one last glance at Jolthar, he left the field.
Count Hamen turned his attention to Myron. "And what about you, young man?"
Myron's jaw tightened, but the weight of his father's gaze from above was unmistakable.
Inadrys' voice could be heard in his mind; his face twisted with anger, but he sighed as he shook his head.
With a final empty glance at Jolthar, Myron turned and departed, his armour still crackling with divine energy that reflected his barely contained anger.
Jolthar watched him leave.
Once the deivrutha had retreated, Hamen kneeling beside the semi-conscious mage.
