Gray fog filled the sky from the outskirts of Agatha and rolled toward the Blackscale Citadel like a damp shroud when morning came.
Chills ran down Leon's spine when he cracked his eyes open and found himself sleeping on the cold marble floor. Though he had no memory of getting up and lying on the floor.
As he pushed himself up, the hum of the elevator, the distant marching of soldiers, and the drip of a faucet which was three floors down all hit his ears like a physical blow.
"Ouch," he muttered as he squeezed his eyes shut, then pressed his palms on his ears when the door to his room hissed open like a blast.
Hei Yung entered and saw Leon's devastated look. He calmly moved forward and felt Leon's left arm. "Get up."
Leon blinked twice when he saw Hei Yung wearing a tactical coat with a fur collar. 'Why is he dressed as if he is going to a high-class occasion?'
