Remiel's eyes flickered open as he slowly sat up on the bed, placing his hands on his throbbing head. He looked around to find himself in a place that seemed unfamiliar to him — a room the size of a small hall, its walls lined with glowing runes that pulsed softly in the dim light. Heavy curtains — that seemed to be made of fire — draped over tall windows, and the faint scent of coals lingered in the air.
Then it clicked — he was in Zoran's castle — in one of his many bedrooms. “He's gotten it rebuilt.” He muttered as he slowly came down from the bed
The floors appeared to be hot as hisses could be heard with each step he took, but he didn't feel any pain nor did he feel a burn. He stared at the paintings of crimson dragons and mythical creatures as he walked across the hall until one
