Darkness

[Nosh'marak]

"Master Gladiator...."

The voices laughed, a chill running down Nosh'marak's spine as he opened his eyes.

"You... Are nothing. But we... Can make you great again..."

Nosh'marak thrashed, the shadowy bonds around his wrists tightening. He let his gaze shift around, before finally settling on his right hand. There was no bladefist or stump, but rather his hand. He twitched at the sight, continuing his hopeless struggle.

"Pain is part of your power... Or is it?"

The tendrils reached out, digging deep in to the gray and burnt skin of Nosh'marak. He continued his struggle to no avail and the voices laughed once more, the tendrils pulling back. Nosh'marak raised his head, snarling at the five silhouttes now visible. The voices turned to whispers, taunting him.

"Your allies... They are the ones responsible. You can get rid of them when they least suspect it."

Nosh'marak woke up with a roar, covered in sweat. He laid back, realizing he would be without sleep for another night.