The night wind was frigid.
The silk curtains billowed in the soft wind that did make it into the rather small room.
From the open window, faint streams of the minute, barely registerable moonlight that came from a sky with no moon, bled into the room, providing the faintest of illuminations.
However, as he sat there nearly motionless on the bed, Cain didn't notice any of that at all.
Neither the cold night wind, nor the soft radiance brushing the nooks and corners, casting long and murky shadows across the walls, floor, and ceiling.
He inhaled deeply once again, filling his lungs to the brim.
The breathing exercise did wonders in clearing his mind.
'Right now, making such a decision will be rather difficult...'
At the moment, he was at a crucial junction. One where every resource he had at hand could spell the difference between success and doom.
But at the same time, this issue of his was critical to his future.
'What to do...'
