"Cut the crap," Marcus barked, his voice echoing down the corridor like a crack of thunder. His jaw was clenched, his body tense despite the weight of Mariel still in his arms. He adjusted her gently, but his eyes never left the hag. "We're never gonna free you."
The old woman turned her sunken, lifeless eyes on him slowly. There was no surprise in her expression, only a tired silence, as if she had heard those words a thousand times before from a thousand other mouths.
"You've done too much evil here," Jason added sharply, his voice filled with disgust. "How many lives? How many souls did you swallow into the pit of your misery just to feel alive?" He took a step forward, eyes burning, but Borik groaned faintly in his arms and he stopped, regaining control.
"You're never going back out into the world," he finished with venom. "You'll rot in this place, the same way you have for centuries."
