Severin was getting used to the brutal shockwave that followed, the one that slammed into him and nearly sent him face first into the ground.
He gritted his teeth and assessed the situation after balancing himself. '....all of them are too busy tearing into each other....I should find a way to escape while at it....'
He turned towards the throne. "Anansi said the shadow Lord sits above the door. But I don't have two Stigma and my shadow is still right there, chained."
"Should I get myself involved in this?" Severin muttered. He turned his head to look at the sky where the shadow Lord and Veyron were battling.
Far above, he saw sparks and deep rolling of darkness, the occasional rumble, and even far below he felt the shockwave as it reached him.
"The shadow Lord can repair my shadow." He muttered to himself. "I think I know where to go."
"I am getting involved." Severin said sharply.
