Divine Intervention

"Why are you suddenly so limp? Are you that scared of that guy?" Replicus said.

At first, Thrill didn't answer. He looked annoyed... and ashen.

Replicus scoffed.

"What manner of coward are you? I thought your name was Thrill."

"I'm not a coward!" Thrill finally barked with vigour. "Have you any idea what I've had to do in order to keep that... him... imprisoned?" At the latter end of his outburst, Thrill seemed to remember that he who spoke of was still at large. "All of us are subject to a special wand the Great Father of that era is gifted by the gold. We can't oppose."

"Is that right?" Replicus said, and his eyes darted to where the gold continued to boil a distance away. "You know the wands he has by name? And their effects?"

Thrill remained silent.

"For socket's sake just say it, you bastard! You're screwed whether or not you tell me. You kept that sockethole locked up for centuries!"