Five seconds trickled by like the falling of glittering sand within an hourglass. But, unlike the smooth flow and unimpeded time, the young lord struggled to come to his consciousness. Tristan felt a ringing in his ears and his head throbbed terribly as if it was going to explode in the next seconds.
A glaring crimson red tainted his previously white sheet and the blood didn't show any sign of stopping as it kept dripping on to the cushion the moment Tristan rolled to the side. The damage caused by Prince Revaz had been quite severe since at that time, the prince hadn't been able to control his strength due to his wounds.
Prince Revaz had only one thought in his mind at that moment and that was to save Kalliope whom for whatever reason had stirred his sanity. What had happened back in clock tower had been engraved in the prince's mind even after he had regained his wits and the feelings he had experienced lingered like an after taste.