The night stretched long and restless for Morvane. Sleep eluded him as his thoughts circled back to the old blind man's cryptic prophecy. Each word replayed in his mind, a riddle weaving itself into the unknown path ahead.
As dawn painted the sky in soft hues, Morvane's door creaked open, and Medas stepped inside. His sharp eyes took in Morvane's weary posture.
"You didn't sleep," Medas observed, his voice calm yet filled with quiet authority. "What were you doing in the middle of the night? I saw you leaving the grounds."
Caught off guard, Morvane hesitated before replying, "I... went to the cemetery. There was an incident." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "After that, I wandered to a nearby village for a bit. That's all."
Medas narrowed his eyes, sensing there was more to the story. "And you thought it was wise to go without telling me?" he said sternly. "You know how dangerous it is, especially when your power isn't fully under your control."
