Cracks had happened all around the city, but no one could see or feel it the way Darius could.
He knew what was coming and how bad it was but then he never let his mind wander into the fact that there was a chance that he would lose something even greater.
Lost in thought trying to see if there was going to be a way for him to get his hands on the items he needed to be alive then it wasn't going to be something that he would want to involve himself in.
"The heart of a dying drake…" he muttered looking at the sky with his head fogged with thoughts of him dying and leaving his sister behind.
"Can I really…"
"What are you rambling about?"
Darius paused, turning to see Michael standing there and he was shocked to see the look on his face knowing thay he had been saying things for the past hour.
