Chapter Fifty Six
Back in the courtyard, Yuta struggled to his feet as the distorted visions finally faded.
His head still pounded with residual pain, and his cut hand was bleeding more profusely, as though the rush of crimson couldn't wait to escape him.
The pocket of clean air around him had grown larger, pushing back the unnatural darkness that shrouded the castle.
Something invisible tugged at his consciousness.
No, he had been warned to stay away from these areas. Still, the pull felt like a rope tied around his heart, dragging him forward and Yuta found himself walking without making the conscious decision to move, his feet carrying him along paths that filled him with familiarity.
The lakeyard.
It was this serene place that he'd first encountered Lord Elrien in all his terrifying glory.
As Yuta approached through the twisted trees, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sound of screaming.
