"Better than what you have done for me," spat Bellua, writhing in the chains. "We both get what we want, and far more expediently than the current method." The dust from the cavern walls slipped seamlessly to the uneven floor as the captive watched his only chance at freedom place its shirt back on. He breathed, waiting for the release from his bonds. Time was all he had at the moment, the seemingly endless hours of his captivity passing him by without a moment's notice. Bellua couldn't remember the last time he was free to walk his realms, or if he ever had the chance to do so in the first place. "What say you? Release me from my detention and you will find the blood of your enemies at your feet when I return."