While Roland stood transfixed, staring at the eastern horizon, Lucian Sudrath sat on the same floor, counting the wooden beams on his bedroom ceiling. His eyes were wide open. It wasn't because he was anxious about the guest arriving in two weeks, but because shadows of the past had suddenly risen from their graves.
Beside him, Aurelia slept soundly, her rhythmic breathing the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, washing the wooden floor in a cold, silvery hue. Lucian had been frozen in that position for two hours. His eyelids were closed, but behind them, his mind whirred relentlessly.
Demonic Knowledge.
