The Revolution was going very well. The Duke of Zval had managed to catch more and more rebels, including the two of you. You were both shackled in a cramped wagon. The enchanted chains wrapped around Sol's wrists were keeping his magic in place, making it impossible for the Necromancer to shadow-travel and escape.

He glared at the two guards in front of the two of you. His crimson eyes narrowed.

"You look like you're about to strangle them." You said.

"I wish." Sol growled.