She was unsure of what she should feel now, was it fear or admiration, for the creature standing before her. She knew no matter what she'd do, it would end up with her death.

Her choice was the most profitable for her. Analyse and learn no matter if you die or not. So she studied, the sitting beast in front of her. About six metres tall and clad in deep purple fur, red lines flowing down from the head to the tail radiating a faint red light. Looking closely there was a silver fur beneath this all creating a strange mix for the eyes. That itself wasn't what was so fearsome. The eyes made the beast terrifying.

Those weren't the eyes of a beast, but more of a intelligent and sinister soul of a man who had his fair share of killing. Now that she was finally able to think straight she noticed that the locations had changed. She was no longer in the ruin with her exploration team. And this place didn't even looked like it was somehow even remotely connected to the temple.

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The temple was made out of white marble, this place on the other hand was made out of black obsidian. Without exits this looked more like a prison then a room. Furthermore she now was able to see furniture in perfect size for the beast. She had a feeling that she had invaded his home and wasn't thrown somewhere to die. Only now did she felt a light breeze making her feel cold and upon trying to close her clothes did she notice that she was naked.

Shame filled her thoughts.

The sudden laughter from the Wolf like creature had saved her from further thoughts. Turning himself around while still laughing he sat down on what appeared to be a bed. He slowly stopped laughing before laying down and eying her from afar.

"My name is Co'ran'laag, or Coren for short, I’m the lord of this little room and the last of my kind, or better said the last true Lord.”