Cath
The old euphyr male looked scared. His pale skin seemed even paler under the bright late spring sun, small dark-blue veins crawling under his skin like tree branches, the skin itself so thin it looked almost transparent. He was wearing a peculiar red-grey robe, his long white hair falling freely behind his back.
He was saying something to Cath, but Cath’s mind couldn’t quite much catch the meaning behind the words. Too distracted to listen, Cath walked alongside the male, but his gaze traced the long spiral corridors of the main tower, taking in the luscious way the daylight danced on the white marble walls. There was only one guard who accompanied them, her heavy armor echoed within the empty halls like an enchanted song of iron and fire.
Cath felt the sickness rising in his ches
