"Plop—"
Like a still lake suddenly broken by a falling droplet, ripples spread as if the echoing sound had awakened someone from a dream.
Sylus's eyes snapped open. He gasped for breath, pupils unfocused, cold sweat streaming down his face. His legs hurt unbearably. Around him was nothing but utter, suffocating darkness, without a trace of light.
He was the only light here. But even that light was about to be swallowed by the abyss. He couldn't breathe. Was he going to die, just as they all wanted? He was so small, so pitifully small. Why was he so weak? This clearly wasn't his body—he was supposed to be tall, powerful, unstoppable...
No. He couldn't accept it!
"Sylus, are you okay?"
A voice rang out, carrying concern mingled with a hint of mockery.
Sylus jerked his head up. In those pitch-black eyes of his, a faint light seemed to stir. Louis leaned forward slightly, hands clasped behind his back, head tilted with a sly grin that revealed two sharp fangs.
