The Third grinned. "So in summary… you're screwed."
A blood tendril tightened around his ribs.
"GAH. Okay, okay! We're screwed! Happy?!"
Azuna placed a hand on Damon's shoulder. "Master… there is only one path out. Through that portal. I can accompany you. But once we exit, we face whatever awaits on the other side."
For a moment he remained silent, but then Damon's eyes narrowed, crimson and cold. "Fine. Let's finish what we started." He then looked at the Third and ordered. "You will step out first. You will assess the situation. And you will stall."
The Third opened his mouth, probably to protest, cry, or attempt an escape but there was the contract hanging around his neck. He could only silently accept. "There is no way there are going to be fooled. I am telling you. Those bastards are shrewd as shit. They would figure me out in an instant. I can only stall them for a couple of seconds."
