[Salone]

Lev looked between the two, his face going dark for a moment. He spoke with the heaviness of a mourner at a funeral, trying to put weight in to his words.

"We have been recruited, as escort for this thing."

He pointed rudely towards the Nephilim, opening his hand as he talked.

"Involuntarily too. At this point it sees you, so you are its property."

Lev spoke the last words through gritted teeth. He had been property before.

"Do as it says, but don't let it command you. Corrosion comes from within."

He removed his arm from around Michael, breathing a bit heavier now. His many cuts and scrapes were taking a toll on him, with the pain being quite visible now. Letting out a large breath, he walked a few paces before settling down on an outcropping of rocks that were not sporting his blood. With leery eyes he watched the Nephilim. He knew it could destroy him within a moment, but he wondered about Na'lsa. If he fell once, he would get up twice. It was almost a risk he was willing to try.