A carriage bearing the banner of the Sanctuary of the Fourfold Vigil approached the Ross family castle. The carriage stopped in front of the gates and the coachman opened the door.
Thud!
Cyrus and Pan walked out of the carriage, reaching for the gates. As soon as Cyrus laid his hand on the gate, he felt a cold, chilly aura focused on him.
Cold sweat ran down his neck and he looked up, only to see a massive green eye glaring at him from one of the rooms in the castle.
Buzz!
The scene before Cyrus changed, he was bound to a golden coffin by a thousand chains reaching out from the heavens. Below was a raging ocean and at the center was black water.
Cyrus spotted Sol seated at the center of the black water, his hands bound by black chains. His eyes squinted with discontent as he noticed Damon standing behind Sol.
"I suspected you would be here. I'm guessing you had a hand in the Sanctified Priest's death?" Cyrus said with a warm smile.
