After downing my glass I look back up at Grundal, he truly looked awful, his hair looked like a child chewed on it, his once rich pale skin looked dull and ashy, his eyes were sunken and dead and his clothes were haphazard and hung loosely on his body, had he lost weight? How long had I been out? The last thing I remembered was……
Raydia
So it wasn’t all just a bad dream, she’s truly gone, no wonder he looked like a man who got dragged through hell, he loved her
He looked pitiful, racking my brain for the words to console him I opened my mouth and a sharp sting cuts through my throat eliciting another round of coughing, a cup of water appears in front of me again, I accept it greedily
“Don’t bother talking, the inside of your body is the equivalent of mashed tubers, you’ll need time to
