Bab 304: • The Prodigal Son

In his royal chamber, Dornis Bellunder sat upright on his bed, the sheets tucked tightly around him, the night cool and inviting, yet sleep remained an elusive visitor.

He was deep in thought about the rumors which had reached his ears that afternoon. Like death, the rumors had come from Darkmount about the day being suddenly turned into night.

That was new.

Bellunder's fingers ran over the silken edge of his blanket as his mind raced. What actually was going on in the Continent? Ever since the Convergence Ceremony things had not been the same.

Kingdom Hall Mysteria's fall, the Abyss's destruction, the unleashed Dormant Demon, and now an artificial eclipse.

'I expected that Messenger Mages would have brought word by now. The Gods must have something to say about this.'

The silence grew heavier, and he rested his head on the bed rest, but snapped it up immediately when a sharp knock echoed through the room.