Morvane sat alone, tears staining his face as he tried to understand what had happened. He had been pierced through the heart by Drace. His blood had spilled out, his life had been slipping away. And yet, here he was—alive. But the questions still gnawed at him. How?
His mind reeled with confusion as the image of Drace's lifeless body and his last words echoed in his mind.
Suddenly, from the shadows, a voice broke through his thoughts.
"Haha, so you're still wondering, aren't you?" Drevon's voice rang out, unmistakable in its wicked amusement. "It's me."
Morvane shot to his feet, his gaze narrowing in disbelief. "What? Why did you do this?"
Drevon's eyes gleamed from the darkness, his form now emerging as he grinned. "I avenged you, Morvane. He killed you, so I made sure he paid for it. You're welcome."
