(Shortly after Rael left Aurenthia, in the royal palace.)
[Theo's POV]
A chilly gust of wind entered the palace through the broken windows and brushed past Theo's neck, causing him to suddenly jolt awake.
"What just happened...?" Theo mumbled, his eyes bloodshot as he glanced around, spotting several lifeless soldiers, as well as his father beside the altar.
He seemed unharmed for the most part, but just in case, Theo approached and crouched down beside his father.
He's breathing... Theo heaved a relieved sigh and nudged him a couple of times.
After the tenth time, his father's eyes opened as he summoned a sword out of nowhere and aimed it at Theo. But once he realized who it was, he put the sword aside, then clutched his head.
"That bastard demon tricked us..." Tyrion mumbled. "I thought I could get rid of him if I fed him the Midnight potion, but it turns out he was one of those types of demons who were immune to curses and instant death..."
