Videll slowly walked into the darkroom. The humidifier made it foggy and hazy. His eyes tried to focus, looking for the king.
"Who is that?" The king asked in a low weak voice.
"It's Videll, my king."
"Turn on the light. I want to see you. Ah...there you are, my brother." The king said weakly.
Videll took a seat next to his brother's bed. He saw how he was sweating, and his eyes looked very tired and sickly.
"Brother, what is wrong? Why are you in this condition?"
"I suddenly fell ill. Maybe I felt it coming on and ignored it. But, you know us Montez men. I don't think I'm going to recover from it."
Videll took hold of his big brother's hand. "I just got here. But, Victor, you can't leave me now."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to leave you and Vance behind this way. But I know I ca
