Complacent
"What happened?" Reign's voice came out strained, barely above a whisper as he leaned heavily against the wall for support.
He fought to stay upright, battling a throbbing headache, blurred vision, and an overwhelming sense of weakness.
The cause of his exhaustion and gap in memory was unclear, feeling as though he'd been pushed beyond his limits.
'I need to calm down,' he whispered to himself
As he took a moment to rest, memories of recent events started to piece together.
The last clear image he had was of a girl he thought he'd killed, reviving and binding him with golden chains.
"Divine?" he pondered aloud, recalling her words. His thoughts wandered to the possibility of angels or deities.
In a world where demons roamed, the existence of beings of light and divinity was not a far-fetched idea.