Elian's POV
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[Well, this is not looking good at all.]
Elian's body surged with pure dread as he scanned his gaze around the now pitch black room, his legs touching the edge of the bed.
[You could always lie on it as self-defence.]
'Not helping!'
He swallowed hard, glancing at Axel, who lit up the room with his golden lightsaber.
The darkness in the room only seemed to surge more and more until it became even thicker than night, painting everything like ink.
But eventually—
It all disappeared faster than it came, leaving the room in silence and Elian's heart inches away from jumping out of his throat.
But even then, he had the unnerving feeling that something was watching his back.
"Phew..." Axel set aside his sabre with a flick of his wrist, the weapon's light disappearing before he placed it behind his belt. "I guess it'll stay away as long as we're together."
