Fellow Pawn

"What did the goddess say that brought you out of that damned library of yours, Lich?" Zolgon asked as he felt the gash along his dragon leather armor.

Doevm leaned on his demonic spear to push himself off the ground and took a breath. "What do you mean? She hasn't said anything to me. I'm the same as I always was, except for the flesh." He glanced at the statue of Maximus Draken. 'I'm hitting my body's limit.'

Zolgon continued, seeing Doevm's hesitation: "You bowed your head to the academy like a common servant and gave up your memories. I freed you. My assault broke your cage. Then what do you do? You proceeded to defend your slavers! You should be killing everyone! You are risking your neck for humans. Humans! We shouldn't be fighting. Why are you pretending to be one of them?"