The darkness that clogged Lucius's mind faded as he woke up.
His purple eyes slowly opened, emitting a divine glow.
He found himself in a massive bed within a room entirely made out of marble adorned with purple and black drawings.
'I feel…'
The power that coursed through his veins was so grand and majestic that even he was surprised by it.
Surprisingly, he stayed calm and simply analyzed his body.
Suddenly, the door facing his bed opened.
"How are you feeling?" Asked Aurelia, interrupting his analysis.
Lucius looked at his grandmother with a calm yet cold expression.
She now had long silver hair, just like him, her eyes still being sanguine red. Her charm and beauty were even more accentuated as the rays of light that slipped through the windows made her seem like a goddess.
A light sigh escaped her lips as she saw her grandson's cold attitude.
"There are a lot of things we can't tell you yet Lucy…"
"Did you let her die?" He suddenly asked, catching Aurelia off guard.
