The sky made a loud rumbling sound. Bright flashes of lightning lit up the sky, and the loud thunder shook the castle's walls. A beam of light slipped in through the window, casting a pale glow on the figure lying motionless in the bed.
"Your majesty, I sent for the physician. Just hold on a little longer," Bellamy reassured in a soft voice.
The emperor coughed, a long and dry cough that was accompanied by blood. His skin grew even paler, and his eyes turned white.
"B-Bellamy," he managed to say weakly, after another terrible cough.
"Yes, Your majesty." Bellamy hurriedly went to the emperor's side.
"There's... no need to call the physician," the emperor stammered. "It's time for me to meet the creator," he continued, and Bellamy shook his head.
"That's not true, Your majesty. He will be here soon, and you will get better."
