Lord Sorrowshade.
Lucius Storm was now certain—without a shadow of a doubt—that the mysterious figure trailing him under the guise of a friend was, in fact, Lord Sorrowshade.
But why? That was the question gnawing at him.
It had been a creeping suspicion, one that solidified upon his arrival during this third attempt.
The unknown guy knew Lucius was different and that's because Lucius was different when he arrived, his very being gradually adapting to the peculiar condition of the environment until he fully became a part of it.
And it was likely that Lucius wasn't the first to undergo this particular trial. Or maybe, as the ruler of this realm, Lord Sorrowshade had an ability to recognize an outsider when he saw one.
"What dost thou speak of? How dost thou know?" The man asked, a nervous edge creeping into his voice.
