Cole spent the night in Mortimer's hospital room.
He had yet to receive any sort of comment, taunting, or information from the deity. The graveyard silence in his head was as pleasing as it was dreadful.
Apart from that, his mind wandered to Gothel and how she fared in Sant Flores. Then there was Vanity; Cole didn't think keeping his promise was possible. Additionally, there was the thing he saw—its mesmerizing yet ominous figure made him break out in cold sweats.
Pressing his fingers against each other, Cole tried to stack and properly arrange his thoughts from important to less essential. Two days were all that remained before he became a full-fledged member of the Eerie Gothel.
"What does this mean for the Corpse Diggers? And my realm?" Cole spoke softly.
Even the gentle morning rays trespassing through the window couldn't ease his troubled mind. Cole was left in a position where he was clueless on how to navigate; such were his normal days now.
