Chapter 30: [Queen of the Dreamrealm]
House Drenlor.
Rain wept against the tall windows of House Drenlor.
Thunder growled in the distance, low and patient, like some old beast stirring in its den.
The sky had not cleared in two days — nor had Kael risen for more than minutes at a time.
He lay in the darkened chamber, the silken canopy above his bed undisturbed, save for the occasional flicker of lightning that cast pale shadows across the velvet drapes.
After returning home that night, Kael had done only one thing before sleep claimed him — he hid everything.
The mask, the sword, the scrolls— all of it, anything tied to the devil — he sealed away behind stone and lock.
Kael had returned broken in body, but worse, in soul.
The moment the door to his chambers closed behind him, he had collapsed — and since then, the world had passed him like a blurred dream.
Sleep came in waves, feverish and deep. Time unspooled around him.
He did nothing. Could do nothing.