"Of course," came Susie's gentle voice, reaching Lumian's ears.
Almost simultaneously, Lumian felt a weight pulling at his consciousness, dragging him down swiftly into deeper depths.
Within a matter of seconds, his eyelids grew heavy, and he could not resist the urge to close them. His thoughts became muddled and indistinct.
In his dazed state, Lumian appeared to transform into a spectral figure, floating through the familiar village of Cordu in the cloak of night.
After an unknown duration, he caught sight of the onion-shaped cathedral, though his perception remained hazy. A concentrated beam of light emerged near its main entrance, while the rest of the darkness loomed like an ominous shadow.
Lumian meandered aimlessly toward the adjacent cemetery.
In the darkness, tombstones stood in silent formation, and trees assumed an eerie presence.
A group of men were hauling a lifeless body toward a deep pit, preparing to cast it down.
