The Abyss Tower had many reputations.
None of them included hospitality.
So when six very confused mages woke up bound by abyssal chains in the central hall, the only surprise was that they were still alive.
Alvin sat on his throne like an irritated cat who had been disturbed mid nap. His long black hair was tied loosely, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp and glowing faintly blue. Beneath the throne, the abyss runes pulsed lazily, reacting to his mood.
One of the Space Tower mages cleared his throat carefully.
"Grand Mage Alvin," he said politely, "may we inquire why we are here?"
Alvin did not look at him.
"Because you were available."
The mage blinked. "Available for what."
"For being kidnapped."
Another mage from the Time Tower frowned. "This is illegal."
Alvin finally glanced at him. "So was reversing an entire continent's timeline."
Silence.
Before any of them could respond, the massive doors of the Abyss Tower slammed open with a thunderous bang.
"ALVIN."
