~unknown POV~
Lord Draka let out a loud growl and started ranting angrily about how Nameless's mission had failed. "How could you not get the whereabouts of our king from the man who bears a resemblance to him?"
Nameless didn't say anything and only yawned. "What the hell do you expect me to do when he doesn't know where our king is locked?" he yelled back at Lord Draka. "If he had stayed in the dream for too long, he would have died. You expect me to take that risk?"
Lord Draka groaned again. "If you're not tired of living in the dark, then I must tell you that I am exhausted, and I don't think I can continue to live like this any longer," he seethed, reminiscing about his past life when he was part of the council of the were demons. "I want everything to return to how it was, and then
