Jacob woke up from another long night of sleep. This time, it seemed his mark didn't want to talk with him. There were many questions that still plagued his mind about its origin and purpose, but there was currently no way he or Maria could go to anyone for help. Not even his professor could help since he didn't bear a mark himself. Regretfully, he had to bear another day of its dark presence.
Another thing that weighed on his mind was the impending attack. The only signal that was going to be given to them was the approach of a storm. That alone was a chilling thought. However, the kingdom hadn't had bad weather in a very long time, so the chances of a storm coming were only increasing with every passing day.
