Krest was resting in the chambers alone. He had two guards with him who waited at the two entrances of the tower.
Krest was in his bed, still recovering from the wounds. The burn wounds from the fiery attack had left a scar on his chest. And considering that the hole dug deep into his chest cavity, the recovery rate and speed were simply astounding.
Krest thought that he had died from the attack and still couldn't believe that the former wounds had closed up.
The four 'guards' that he had informed the rest that he was only poisoned and needed protection before running out to chase Wintress.
At that moment, Krest felt a strange premonition.
"...Dead? One of them died?!" He exclaimed in surprise.
The guards were startled at his sudden cry.
"Young lord?" The guard asked.
STAB!
Crystal ran down the tower's staircase, quickly leaped, and attacked the guard nearest her.
