"Sorry I came late," a voice echoed faintly in his mind. The events of that night were a blur, shadows, noise, and then nothing.
Cedric could not remember what happened exactly after Abrielle left. All he knew was that a dark presence entered the room and everything became dark.
His eyes fluttered, his gaze was locked on the ceiling. A frown etched on his brow, he couldn't recognise the room. It seemed very luxurious with a foreign architecture he could not recognise.
There were several intricate paintings on the ceilings and the walls had several gold carvings. Even Heliosa didn't have architecture this extravagant.
His lips parted, and a groan escaped. He seemed very exhausted. He was tired to his bones. It wasn't surprising, after all, he was close to death...
