Solomon ran so hard and fast that he left clear indentationsin the soil from his boots.
Sunrise was still hours away. The air outside was cool and crisp as winter slowly approached the realm.
And yet, Solomon was burning.
The fire in his chest screamed at him with deafening roars. The pressure between his ears was so great that he could not form a string of thoughts.
Instinct was the only thing still driving him. He moved out of fear of what he would do if he stayed.
Solomon had come to realize that he hated feeling powerless. He hated it even more after becoming a deathless.
Sitting across from a man he hated to his core while he talked about aimless nonsense was bad enough. What made things worse was hearing him mention Nila.
Would he resort to brainwashing her as well in an effort to get closer to Solomon? The sheer fact that he couldn't deny the possibility was enough to send him spiraling into madness.
