He woke up before the sun rose.
The sky was still dark, but there was a faint light on the horizon. Kyrian got up, stretched, and removed his black Verdant Sword robe.
In its place, he put on the robe of the Blood Court.
The dark-red fabric adjusted to his body like a second skin. He looked at himself for a moment, then thought of something.
His sword eyes glowed and then disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, the sword-shaped pupils dissolved. His entire eyes turned into a deep crimson, glowing with a sinister light in the dimness of the room.
Kyrian left the courtyard.
He walked to the front of the sect's main hall. The sun had not yet risen, but there were already people waiting for him.
Feng Yuan stood at the front, with Mei Ran right behind him. Several elders of the sect were around them, dressed in their best robes.
Feng Yuan was the first to speak.
"Kyrian. The sect and I truly thank you for everything you have done for us."
