Stillwort stood up from the ground, ready to attack Kael. He was so furious about how his crystals were taken away from him and destroyed. Those crystals were worth more than any gold he had used while on earth; he could easily beg his master to return him to Stormont and use them all for himself.
The people would bow to him. He wouldn't have to serve anyone anymore. He wouldn't be reduced to bowing to any man or even a demon. The thought had clouded Stillwort's mind so much that he forgot who he was with.
Fueled by anger and mostly foolishness, Stillwort lunged an attack at Kael.
Kael tilted his head, trying to be sure the man knew exactly what he was doing. When Stillwort got closer, Kael moved to the side, grabbed the man by the neck, and pushed him to the wall, pinning his neck, ready to squeeze the life out of him. Then he said in a cold voice,
