(Prince of the Air - the Lightbringer - Son of Morning)
The gleaming brightness is growing stronger still, spreading outward through the room and banishing all shadows with a pure white fire that causes the flames from the oil to seem dim in comparison.
"It's true."
The walls and floor tremble at the quiet power underlying his words, his assurance.
"I don't intend to kill you, Andrew Wells. Despite the arrogance of this insult, you've served me far too well for that. If you wish, I will even grant you that which I offered before -- a place at Sam's side, in my service."
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(Prince of the Air - the Lightbringer - Son of Morning)
The gleaming brightness is growing stronger still, spreading outward through the room and banishing all shadows with a pure white fire that causes the flames from the oil to seem dim in comparison.
"It's true."
The walls and floor tremble at the quiet power underlying his words, his assurance.
"I don't intend to kill you, Andrew Wells. Despite the arrogance of this insult, you've served me far too well for that. If you wish, I will even grant you that which I offered before -- a place at Sam's side, in my service."