Drystan lazily raised his head to find one of the soldiers from Kymadom approaching him with a large bucket with vapors rising from the top.
He grunted, realising that the soldier is coming to once again offer him with a poor excuse of supper when in reality, Drystan would rather die than consume anything sent by Nero.
"Are you sure you don't wish to eat this time either?" The soldier asked in a conniving tone and Drystan simply rolled his large violet eyes and looked in another direction. He felt the heaviness of his own limbs growing with each second that passed, he realized that he was growing weaker and weaker as time processed. Days were turning into weeks but Drystan had completely lost all concept of time whatsoever.
"Well, good for king Nero, then." The soldier muttered without
