By the time Ysilnod woke up, the moonlight was shining into the tower, creating a frosty reflection on the marble floor. He struggled to get up from the black marble, his body still aching from the beating he had endured, but all the injuries he sustained earlier seemed to be gone. Not a single trace was left on his body. Waves of magic flowed over his body like water. He knew that it was a healing spell that had repaired his body perfectly.
Tiamat was lying in the air on a non-existent daybed, flipping through a heavy spell book with a few candles floating around him, providing the necessary light. He was now fully dressed with the buttons of his robes neatly secured up to his neck as usual.
"Awake? How are you feeling?" he asked in a gentle tone, seeming as calm as ever. It felt like t
