Chapter 463: The dead walks again
"Sorry I came late," a voice echoed faintly in his mind. The events of that night were a blur, shadows, noise, and then nothing.
Cedric could not remember what happened exactly after Abrielle left. All he knew was that a dark presence entered the room and everything became dark.
His eyes fluttered, his gaze was locked on the ceiling. A frown etched on his brow, he couldn’t recognise the room. It seemed very luxurious with a foreign architecture he could not recognise.
There were several intricate paintings on the ceilings and the walls had several gold carvings. Even Heliosa didn’t have architecture this extravagant.
His lips parted, and a groan escaped. He seemed very exhausted. He was tired to his bones. It wasn’t surprising, after all, he was close to death...
His eyes went wide, Was he dead? He wondered. That was the only reason why his sight was back and the burning pain was gone. Cedric abruptly sat up. His body was tired, but it wasn’t numb and dead like he remembered it to be.
He struggled to get off the bed, his feet were a bit wobbly, yet he felt light. Now he was certain he was dead and the voice he heard was the grim reaper
After struggling to gain his balance, he stalked to the mirror across the room to take a look at himself. He still looked the same, just that his eyes were pitch black, and his marks that had disappeared earlier were all over her body; only his face was spared.
A dark robe clung to him, the fabric loose enough to reveal parts of his chest. He never imagined hell would be so... extravagant and generous. Maybe he was dead after all.
He glanced at the door, his curiosity piqued. Cedric approached the door with gentle steps. He reached out for the handle, and it clicked open before he even touched it. It was pushed open.