Bab 81: The Once Lost Journal

"It's cold, it's so cold, please, can I get a warm blanket?" An old man pleaded within the metal bars that he was gripping tightly

From the place where he was, no one answered a thing or word. His rough voice echoed within the empty dark looking dungeon he was in. Then all he could do was shiver and put both of his hands on his body

Secluding to the nearest place where he could feel warm, he snuggled into his feet and hugged them. Along his gazes everywhere, they fixed upon the sun's cascading golden rays

He thinned his eyes for a moment before they become blurry in a way

"How long must I wait?" He whispered again until he lower his head and buried them into his trembling knees

"Are you sure that what you heard was true?" Ismael asked