Inside a dimly lit room, a bandaged boy slept peacefully on a bed. He occasionally scrunched his face as if in agony, seemingly suffering from an untold amount of pain or having disturbing nightmares. However, he would always return to his peaceful state intermittently.
Beads of sweat profusely covered the boy's entire face, causing the bandage that covered half of his face to become soaked. Even his loosely fitted garment was also wet from his profuse sweating.
On the wall next to the bandaged boy's bed rested a well-crafted steel spear. Although this spear was made of steel and lacked any complicated design, it was clear that it was made by someone extremely skilled in metalwork and metalsmithing.
At this moment, the boy slowly opened his eyes, his mind still muddled from what felt like a long, haunting nightmare. The bandage on the boy's face unraveled slightly, revealing his true appearance. It was Cyril.
