THE DELEGATES MEETING: PENDING SALVATION

The excruciating pain spurting through his chest was past the point of being bearable. With every breath he took in he felt a pull closer to death. His lungs extruded, grinding the broken ribs against his flesh. Drom limped across the tilted loan, dragging his shattered knee along with him. The pulsating pain rendered his leg useless. Reaching the exit the figure nodded, staring down at his swollen knee.

“I apologize for the discomfort, but it was necessary,”

Drom swallowed bitterly, trying his best to breath without filling his lungs too much.

“What, what did you people want! Why are you doing this.”

“… We must proceed immediately king, your kingdom is in grave danger. We are only here to help you in protecting it, and in return, you help us achieve our goals.”

Still clinging on to the grimoire, Drom inched closer to the figure, tightening his jaw in anger.

“ Why did he have to die! You people are monsters. Killing an old defenseless man in cold blood!!!”