Alex rushed through the door, arriving at the bottom floor of the castle, the place where visitors were usually brought to.
But just as he got there, he was greeted by an appalling sight. The knights were pointing their spears at a man who was tussling and turning, clearly in pain.
"Let me pass, that is my brother!" Ciera screamed, tears streaming out of her eyes as she stared at him.
"Please miss Ciera! You cannot go too close to him!" The knight blocking her warned.
Alex could see why they were being so cautious. Cavil was cursed. The death curse had not spread far enough to make it contagious, but the guards did not know that.
Only he and a few who had extensively studied the undead were aware of this information.
Alex turned to the knight. "Let her go."
"But my prince! The man is cursed—" the guards' words trailed off when he saw the look in his eyes, and then he let her go.
