Chapter 13: Silver grace
In the pool water, Noctis sat at edge with his body almost limp as he sat inclined on the wall.
His eyes were out of focus as if he was sleeping with eyes open.
His face was slowly turning clock-wise, it didn’t look like it was voluntary however.
Directly behind was a strange shadow. It wasn’t Noctis’s as the place was wholly overcast with the dense mist and no sunlight coming through.
As his head moved slowly and surely the shadow got darker and darker as if void itself emerged behind him.
As soon as his head reached midway however, it freezed, his eyes became clear as he bit his lip with excruciating force, forcing blood to flow out of the tear.
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Noctis was woken up from his reverie by a strange sight. In the forest ahead, a pure white stag with golden horns stood with his gaze locked with him.
Even from the vast distance, Noctis could see the stag very clearly as well as it’s strangely intelligent emerald eyes.
But it wasn’t the sight that woke him up, it was a voice. A voice in his own mind.
A commanding but melodic voice.