Avalor's eyes fluttered open, a wave of pain washing over him. He tried to sit up after talking down due to his unconscious state but his body refused to cooperate. His head throbbed badly and his vision was blurry, making it almost impossible for him to see whst was going on in the room.
He looked around, his gaze falling upon a horrifying sight...
Melissa, his beloved Lunaaud unconscious on a stone slab, her body restrained by chains. Her pale skin and lifeless eyes filled him with a sense of dread.
And there, standing over her, was Lucius, a sinister smile playing on his lips. Avalor's blood ran cold. He recognized that twisted grin, that malevolent aura. It was the same darkness that had corrupted George.
"Well, well, well," Lucius purred, his voice dripping with malice. "Look who's finally awake."
Avalor gritted his teeth, his anger burning fiercely within him. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his voice hoarse.
