After the rain, the monster had slept on its lair for quite some time to heal some of what's left from its wounds. After all, he had received quite a few injuries from humans fighting back to his attacks back when he did not have enough corpse puppet yet to serve as his army or defense.
He laid in the bed once owned by his greatest rival, then turned friend, then turned sire. Sire for becoming a monster like this. Faestien had truly brought an entire wild wagon ride for his life, it just kept on derailing because of this prince's involvement.
The same could be said about Xendros otherwise normal life.
"Faestien... I honestly could not decide whether I like you or utterly dislike you. I wish in the next life, if we ever meet again, I hope I will be able to make a clear distinction of the two."
As he closed his eyes, his long white eyelashes slighting fluttering like disturbed wings of a butterfly, he was transported in a much more serene world.
