and small pieces of flesh. His sickening screams seemed to be amplified by the immense size of the chamber, and long after he had relented to a soft whimper, the echoes could still be heard.
“Now, shall we try that again? But before you say something you might regret, know this—the Darkseed Elite standing by my side are not merely here as my guards. Each one has his own unique skills and methods of persuasion, and each one has had an awfully long time to hone their skills to what they are today. I can assure you both that they could take you apart piece by piece and still keep you alive while they did it. Then when they reached a point where you were about to die, one of them would heal your wounds so they may start all over again.
“Now, I know what you are thinking, and not because I bothered to read your minds, but because I have heard it all countless times before. You’re thinking you will somehow overcome the torture, or death will claim you early, saving you and the petty secrets you hold dear. Let me assure you, you are wrong. If I merely wanted the information you held, I could simply kill you here and now, then reanimate you and question you that way instead, but I want you to give me your information freely. That way I know you are beaten, and you will know it too before you die. So, with that in mind, do either of you have any questions or shall we start over with our introductions again?” Lord Zelroth said casually, as if he were simply announcing the seating arrangements of a grand dinner.
“Go… to… hell!” the man said vehemently, spitting once more in defiance.
“Oh, wonderful. I do like a challenge. You know, before I revived you, I read the mind of your friend there, and I could clearly see he no longer valued his own life. He only wishes to pass from this world peacefully and join his departed family. I was hoping you would provide me with more entertainment, and I’m happy to see you haven’t disappointed me. Shall we begin?” Lord Zelroth said, nodding to the Darkseed Elite in the centre of the room.
Chapter Nine
Zedd was still reeling from the boy-mage’s earlier success at causing a rockslide, and the time they had lost retreating back down the mountain path to avoid it. He had ordered his men several times to hit the rocks on the mountainside above the boy-mage and the paladin, but each time the results had been less than desirable. In the distance he could see what looked like a huge rockslide blocking the entire path. He knew this could be his best chance to end the chase, once and for all. He had no intention of underestimating the boy-mage again, but he felt certain that even
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couldn’t levitate and shield at the same time after already being weakened so much. Trying to cross the rockslide would leave both him and the paladin totally exposed to whatever attacks Zedd and his men sent at them, with only the paladin’s shield able to try and block their missiles, which Zedd knew would be next to impossible.
Zedd’s mood lightened even further when he happened to glance up at the mountainside above the boy-mage and paladin. What he saw was dozens of large rocks, all loose, and just begging to be nudged in their direction. Grinning to himself, he knew this time he would be much more likely to succeed. Even if the rockslide somehow missed them both, Zedd and his men would still have some new cover of their own from which to fire when the boy-mage and paladin finally came up against the rockslide blocking their path. Zedd sent a missile at the loose rocks without another thought. When it struck its target, it exploded, and the whole rock face shifted, sending several huge boulders cascading down the mountainside towards the boy-mage and paladin below.
Zedd watched and held his breath as one huge boulder headed directly for the boy-mage. As it rolled and slid down the mountainside, it collided with another large rock protruding from the ground and bounced slightly, making it
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