The rain was loud.
Its shrill whispers hissed around the castle, rising and falling into a neverending cacophony. But despite the unnerving noise and unbearable cold, Ezrahl remained leaning against the bridge wall.
His eyes closed.
"Ah, what a surprise," Ahzure chuckled when he found him. "Too tired to walk to the manor, hm?
Ezrahl sighed, "No…"
Ahzure leaned beside him, staring at the raging clouds brimming with thunders. None of them said anything for a while, a peaceful quietness settled in between.
"What's troubling you?" Ahzure gently asked, and when Ezrahl said nothing, he changed the subject. "I heard about the new missions, the Alpha wants you to quickly handle them. But… how are your wounds now?"
Ezrahl opened his eyes.
He was quiet as if deeply indulged in a thousand thoughts.
