He heard voices outside. With a loud clunk, the door opened and a trio of familiar but unwelcome silhouettes strode into the room.
"I trust you are most UNcomfortable!"
"Just what do you think you're doing? Why did you drag me here?"
"They brought you here because I told them to!" a voice boomed from outside. Tegryn looked - a dark, ominous figure was stood in the doorway.
"Don't tell me - you're here to provide light entertainment, right?"
Darkar walked into the cell and towered over Tegryn.
"You're here because you have something I want."
"And what would that be?"
"Your power. These three told me about the great power you unleashed during their last encounter with you - I want it for myself!" Darkar made his way towards Tegryn, his hand outstretched as though he wanted to grab him by the head... but then stopped.
"I thought you said this man was powerful."
"But he is..."
"There is no power here. A small spark of magic, but no real power. You've wasted my time." With that, Darkar made his way angrily from the cell.
The witches were dumbfounded.
"How did you do that?" Stormy snarled.
"Do what?"
"Hide your powers like that?"
Tegryn chuckled. "I have no idea what you're talking about! Ah well, seeing as I'm completely useless to you, you may as well let me go."
Darcy shook her head. "I know what's happened here. He may be strong, but this guy is just a novice - he can't control his powers properly yet."
"Yeah... so?"
"Don't you remember? That power only manifested itself when I hurt his precious little girlfriend."
A wicked idea dawned on Icy. "Aha! So if we want to see his powers again..."
"...we have to hurt Musa again!" Stormy added. "And I dare say she and her little friends will try to rescue him - all we have to do is wait for them to come to us!"
They walked out cackling evilly, leaving a horrified Tegryn to digest what he just heard.