Killian's brows pulled inward.
'What is this? He can heal himself…?'
The orc priest growled slowly, flexing his wrists and arms. "Yes, please, let's keep going. I want to play with you."
Killian's attention returned to the second door.
Three more orcs dressed in similar clothes rushed into the hall.
The orc priest raised a hand, halting them. "This one is mine. Take care of the one outside—"
The tendrils spread out all over the hallways, jolting everyone. "The tendrils wouldn't move as long as they don't."
Killian raised the Void-Bat to the priest.
"Now, come."
The priest's lips curled to a relaxed smile. He dropped his hand and the younger priests stayed back, taking their focus to Killian and not the tendrils.
"Don't worry," the orc priest said, his voice lowering as he gestured to the entrance. "She'll be handled the way monsters like her deserve. After you are done for, that is."
