Searching from top to bottom for his son, Nyx began to panic more and more as the night passed. It had been June 20th for a few hours and no one knew if that would do anything to Gold too. Trying to get out of his mind that his oldest son was probably already dying in his room, he continued to look around the monastery. Every wing, every room, every nook. The excitement was complete when the sun rose at the same time as the rest of the courtyard. The god of night and death skipped a rare heartbeat when he saw him. Lying on the floor, Gold was found on the first floor, near the main staircase at around eight o'clock. Unconscious, his mouth parted, air no longer passed into his lungs when Foud almost threw himself at his side. He turned him on his back and then saw what he was holding against him.
"What is that?" stormed the god of lightning, taking the wooden ball.
"Foud?" Day called out anxiously.
