Traces of rain remained on the leaves and stones neatly arranged on the edge of the wide-open window, the smell of wet earth wafting in with the wind, swaying the white curtain that was tied in the corner of the window.
Helios took a deep breath, the goose quill he had been holding in his hand for so long. The Vampire ruffled his blond hair and leaned on the table.
"What is it?" asked Aragon who appeared with a stack of papers in his hands, placing them on the table.
Helios didn't answer, he stood up and paced around the window.
"Helios?!"
"Ah? Yes?" Helios lifted his head and found Aragon looking at him in surprise. "Is there anything I need to sign?"
"No," said Aragon. "But you need to rest."
The vampire sat by the window, looking at the foggy morning in the Megalima Kingdom, the capital city has started to shine and everyone in this kingdom is recovering quickly and the destruction that has occurred.
