None of them knew what had appeared inside the temple, and they weren’t eager to find out, because instinctively they understood that the source of the roar wasn’t an entity that should exist.
Clockwork smiled and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. Walking past the jail, he clattered it against the prison bars. “Don’t give me that look, kitty. I would neeever kill you. You know, I may be a ginger, but I still have a soul.