Chapter 59

Screams of people, blood skimming across the ground, and arrows raining above me. Everything felt like the end of the world, but it wasn't. Quivering, I instantly gasped, as I fully awoke from my nightmare. My back aches in response to my minute movement, it seems that I slept with my muscles tensed and though it was nothing compared to the pain during my ritual, the mental trauma was something I couldn't shake off that easily. The room I was in was dark and lonely, however, a big window from my right provided just the needed light to see who I had for the company.

To my horror, a shirtless Knight was silently cleaning the blood off his sword, no let me rephrase, Lorraine's sword. His broad shoulders and pack of abs were hard to miss, but more importantly, what he did was overwhelming enough to send anyone trembling.

"You've finally woken," His eyes were steely and devoid of any emotions. The man I thought was of pure honor slowly crumbled right before me.