Chapter 14: Grandfather
Dax stood before the massive gates of Godfall Manor, his clothes drenched in blood—crimson stains soaking through fabric, dripping onto the stone path. His posture trembled violently, shoulders hunched, hands fidgeting with frantic energy. Panic flooded his eyes—wide, haunted, brimming with unshed tears.
"Help! Help me, please—someone!" he screamed, voice cracking with raw desperation, echoing off the obsidian walls.
High on the battlements, a guard turned sharply at the cry. His eyes widened in stunned recognition the moment they landed on the blood-stained figure below.
"Y–Young Lord…!" he shouted, voice breaking with shock and relief. "The young lord is alive!"
Chaos erupted along the walls.
Guards flooded out in a frantic rush—armor clattering, boots pounding the stone as they sprinted toward the gate. Shouts overlapped in a storm of urgency.
But amid the commotion, one figure remained unnaturally still.
