What is Power?

Drake burst through the dark clouds covering the sky before glancing around to stare at the castle. 

It seems Neele had been lying about being in the castle as well. 

His eyes widened on impulse which sent a wave pushing past the air. "There you are", a grin formed on his face as he flew towards the outskirts to Vggladilsia — next to the primordial fog.

He caught sight of Neele who was standing directly in front of the fog as though he'd be considered committing suicide. 'No, that's too good a death for him'. Drake landed some feet away from him before standing up straight to point an accusing finger. "What are you trying to do, Neele?", Drake asked, his voice stern.

Neele turned to face him, his expression was unreadable. "I could ask you the same thing, dear brother", his head tilted and a mischievous smirk formed on his lips. "What brings you to Vggladilsia?".

"You already know what I'm after — your life". Drake replied sternly.