"f**k are you doing?" Atlas stands across the headless Max with a scrunched up face, his blue eyes tingled with cold judgment. Aldrin came up behind him and so did Asera and Ayen. They watch Max scramble on the floor before getting his hands on his own head. He pulls it closer and attaches it onto his neck. Slowly, the torn flesh on his neck reached out to his head, binding together like threads. Within a few moments, the knight was healed.
Max rises and bows his head at Aldrin, "Forgive me, my lord. I don't know how long I have been-"
"Lying useless on the floor?" Atlas cuts, "What were you doing? Where's our sister?"
Max didn't have to answer. The ground thrilled and jounced, the sound of stone rumbling echoed in the halls. That was the response they needed. Atlas forces the bulky kn
