"Cough, cough!"
It was as if he suddenly emerged from the dark underground lake. Shard opened his eyes abruptly, then sat up from the bed, coughing violently from the dust.
"Damn it, has this place not been cleaned in centuries?"
The room was almost completely dark, with only a slight glow of the gas lamp leaking through the door cracks. The air was extremely cold, and the smell of mold and dust permeated everywhere. This damp, cold, and decayed environment, caused by years of uninhabitation, was more astonishing than the lighthouse on Heart Lake Island of Pantanal Lake. Shard even wondered if he was sleeping in a cemetery.
"Silvermoon."
The golden spots gradually brightened on his body, illuminating the bed beneath him. The moonlight at his fingertips lit up the entire room. Seeing the full view of the room made Shard's eyes widen slightly.
