Niian opened his eyes, his body electrified by pain he didn’t think he could ever feel again. Morok held his jaw with a hand tightened by the effort, and the expression of his face resembled a particularly successful painting of a storm. He leaned closer to his prisoner and showed his teeth, his upturned lips trembling with fury.
“You think you got me, you old wreck!” he hissed. “You’re always at my mercy, I warn you!” he sneered and shook his prisoner’s head a little. “Look at yourself, you can’t do anything I’m just going to improve your prison, and then I’m going to start over.”
“I won’t let you...”
Death stopped when Morok tightened his grip. The Ignorant concentrated for a moment, and immediately his web grew stronger before beginning a configuration change.
“I’m going to adapt, N
