Leo stopped walking.
He stared down the pristine, brilliantly lit marble hall of Floor 67. The suffocating stench of the biological floors was completely gone, replaced by the sterile, cold smell of a medical ward mixed with ancient dust.
At the far end of the room sat a massive golden throne. Bound to the floor before it by thick, glowing purple mana chains was a gaunt, shivering figure wearing nothing but blood-stained rags.
Hearing their footsteps, the chained figure slowly lifted its head.
Leo's breath hitched. Katherine let out a sharp, horrified gasp beside him.
The figure's face was gaunt, hollowed out by years of starvation and torture. His skin was pale and heavily scarred. But the eyes were unmistakable.
The chained man stared directly at Leo with glowing, violent, perfectly identical purple Draconic eyes.
"What... what is that?" Katherine whispered, her voice trembling. "He has your eyes. Is he... Morvayne?"
Leo didn't answer. His jaw clenched tight.
