It's the break of dawn. The break of dawn will come soon. The break of dawn. Dawn.
Dawn.
Dawn..
Dawn…
I kept hearing that word being uttered with different emotions repeatedly as I weakly opened my eyes. What's with the break of dawn?
I opened and closed my eyes, trying to get a hold of my vision properly. Soon, the indistinct chattering grew louder.
"Cameron, I told you what would happen, didn't I?" Sam's voice felt like the chilly breeze in the middle of the night.
"Fabian, have you gathered the Crawford?"
"Yes, my lord. They had also dug their own graves and had picked where they would rest." Fabian answered in an exceptionally solemn tone.
"Your Highness, please don't do this to our Crawfor —" Cameron was cut off.
I forced myself to move my head to their direction, furrowing my brows at this mild commotion even before the daybreak. As soon as I did, my eyes blinked countless times.
