Chapter 56: Dread

Solas looked at the ceiling in his room, then at the bedside table, where the empty bottles of wine were rolling around. Some even spilling onto the floor.

It was not the smartest thing to do, getting drunk after surviving a heart attack.

But the mana which coursed through his veins, kept his heart beating, his blood flowing, was mana he had given up long ago.

Was he dead? He asked himself.

Or worse?

 Had some organ harvester made a mistake, gotten the drop on him, stolen something vital?

Solas reached inside the crate with the wine bottles. All dusty enough to make him cough. The most expensive stuff he had in the palace.

His fingers searched, but to no avail. There were no bottles left. He took an empty one, brought it to his lips.

A single droplet fell on his tongue. A sour thing. Not fit for swine, much less a king.