Chapter 53
Donald stood holding the trident, which crackled faintly in his right hand, its tips humming with restrained power. In his left hand, he held Murro, a cultist and Donald's employer, by the neck.
Murro was sputtering. The veins on his temple pulsed as he kicked and clawed, trying to break free.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted across the room. "Isn't this guy supposed to be your boss?"
Donald smirked. "Nah. What use do I have for an employer," he said, tightening his grip on Murro's throat, "when I have almighty power at my fingertips?"
Murro choked out a sound of protest, but Donald continued as if he hadn't heard him. "I was just using Murro and, of course, the Cult of the Void. I thought you would've caught up to that by now. I only played along with their nonsense, wore the robes, and did their dirty work for the password."
"What password?" I asked.
"The password that activates the trident, of course," he replied.
