The sun tilted ever more to the south, with each passing day the daytime was growing shorter and shorter, and the temperatures grew cooler and cooler, the white mountains of Eldrith grew whiter with each passing day as snow clouds scraped its peaks.
It spared Mercurion from the heavy snowfalls, but the west-winds carried its chill down into the Royal City below.
When the first rays of light crept through his windows Lucian released a breath and let his trance fade as he opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.
His head still ached a fair bit, but whatever strange spell he was under seemed to have faded with the night, or so he thought when he looked down into his arms and found the 'Destitution of Souls' tome, in his hands.
Lucian blinked several times before slipping it back into the inventory and tried not to pay it too much mind, the previous day had been strange he already accepted that as a fact.
