Lucius Romano (1)

Two days later, Erik and June were in front of a door. They knew it all too well. 

"We are finally here."

"Yes, master."

He sighed, approached the door, and knocked. Erik expected the guards to open the door as soon as he knocked, but they were strangely taking a lot of time.

A minute went by without anyone replying or opening the door.

"I'm starting to get worried," Erik said. June shared the sentiment. It was weird for no one to open the door. 

"Should we just break—"

Ethan stumbled through the door, his face devoid of color, looking ghostly. 

He was a patchwork of hastily applied gauzes, each one telling the tale of battles recently fought. 

Dark patches of dried blood marred his clothes, and he moved with the pained attention of someone well aware of the sting of his wounds.

The sight sent a jolt through Erik, causing the guild master to start having thoughts. 

"Ethan?" 

"Erik?" A smile beamed on his face.