Rosamund woke up to the sound of heavy rain again. Thunder storms were not very common on the border of Jamoil. But for it to rain cats and dogs, it was probably because of the Demroitus. Although all of them were dead, Rosamund remembered clearly, she still felt a strange presence around her. Her eyes were still shut, exhaustion came on her in full force. Even if she wanted to move, she felt herself laid on a soft cloth. Her dress was undone, her hair lost its bounds. She remembered that she had already taken off the veil while fighting the Demroitus. Even though she could smell the rain and the muddy ground, she wasn’t getting wet, rather she was warm. Rosamund tried to keep herself awake for a little longer so that she could open her eyes, but the wave of extreme tiredness and exhaustio
