ZATAN VLADERION
I wanted to visit Commander Brigo’s mansion. His family was still mourning him there, holding his wake in the ancestral halls. I owed it to him to be there, to pay my respects. I also wanted to go to the mourning hall, where the names and remains of our fallen vampire knights were being honored. I knew them all personally. We had fought, bled, and survived, until they didn’t.
And I shall carry their memories with me like scars.
For now, Tiara didn't let me go. She said I wasn’t strong enough to be moving around yet. And, as much as it frustrated me to admit, she was right. My body still felt sluggish.
All my wounds, the deep cuts, shattered bones, the gashes that should’ve ended me, had already healed.
But from within, I was still affected by the spiritual light Tiara
