~ THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Drake looked through the old, messy room of Thalia. He was wondering what happened to the place as everything came to be a mess.
Figurines were broken, the ceiling was ruined and the floor was filled with trash and unnecessary things.
"What happened to this place, for heaven's sake?"
He touched the last figurine standing but suddenly, it fell into the floor and torn down like fragile glass.
"Shh, don't touch anything else in this room! It was ruined when Lord Voltaire forced me to carry his child!" Thalia has finally finished with the explosions.
She stepped into the broken glasses and once again, she reminisced what happened in her room.
"This room matters for me, Drake. My mother was inside of this place, thirsty and dying. That's why I came back, not for justice but to let the righteousness rule the entire Vamwole."
