Cordin let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You need me to do something for you? If you think I’ll ever help you do anything, then you’re stupid. If you want to kill me, just do it now. I won’t help you do anything.”
“Oh, really?” 'Prince Ron' grinned. "We'll see about that."
"Hugh!" he called out, sharply. "Get in here!"
The doors creaked open immediately and Hugh entered, together with two undead guards that flanked him. Between them, a bloodied and struggling Porsha was dragged forward, her face pale from pain.
Cordin felt like a bucket of ice had been poured unto him, freezing him to the bones. "Porsha!" He cried as he scrambled to his feet and rushed toward her.
Before he could reach her, more undead guards shuffled in, dragging others behind them. Welyn, the Royal Physician, Official 4, and Leo. Each of them bruised, bloodied, and utterly defeated.
Cordin froze mid-step, his breath hitching.