During the chaos that was going on, a man sat by the lake, under the shade of a thick tree and tall grass. His existence seemed to be hidden by accident from the immortals.
"Your Majesty," said someone in a soft voice from behind. He split the grass with wood and immediately shook off the leaves stuck to his body with his hand. "Why are you wasting time in a place like this? Andreas will probably find you."
The sun was shining outside, but because of the dense trees, the light didn't hit the man's body. The air around him was cold and damp. The calm lake water couldn't reflect his face. Everything was black and dark.
"Your Majesty?" He asked again, staring intently at the man in front of him.
Thomas sat down and bent his body facing the lake. His position was a bit odd and his back to him, his breath sounded very fast.
The man had a bad feeling. He rushed over and pulled Thomas. Thomas moaned softly and looked at him.
