Something Underneath The Castle

Drake clenched his chest and let out a low grunt after shutting the door behind him.

Shortly after changing Winston, his headache kept on worsening. Honestly, he might have been asleep for years if Diane hadn't woken him up — but now he was awake, memories kept pouring into his brain every second.

If he was to fall asleep anytime soon, waking up might be impossible till the process was completed.

He took in a deep breath, placing his palm on the wall for support before looking back and forth down the corridors. It seemed that creating a primordial demon took more of a toll than he'd expected, but it was at least worth it since there'd be someone strong around in case he fell asleep.

To think Beldrith would betray him.

Drake stuttered toward the throne room, each step he took leaving a dent in the ground. His body temperature was rising as well and his hand on the wall began to melt the surface it touched slightly.