Kyle's eyes narrowed when he saw a stream of hot water cascading down in the distance. A wide underground space and a shimmering floating castle in the middle. Moreover, the air was filled with a heavy scent of blood.
His feet touched the ground near the stream. He walked for a minute and came to a halt when he spotted a pale cyan-haired youth leaning against the stairway leading up to the gleaming castle. The individual's clothes were soaked in blood. Regardless, Kyle's eyes drifted off to the lifeless body lying in the distance. He noticed with a raised brow, the body belonged to someone from the dark race.
With a sigh, Kyle stepped closer to him.
"Are you alright?"
The youth's body jolted when he heard Kyle's voice. He shot his wary eyes up and clenched his bleeding chest.
"Who..?"
Kyle sighed when the youth tried to reach for the double-edged sword placed a few inches away from him.
"Don't worry I won't harm you..."
