[PP|F4] He who bears the crown <<The Night’s King>>
Dustin had been sitting in the cold for hours. He felt like a lost boy in a town of people trying to push him through the floor. Nothing kept him company but the biting chill of a wintery floor he had stayed on every night for the past few weeks. He would wake up, go home and feed his slimes and then come back up to floor four and waste away on a bench until it was time to go to sleep. It was his prison. This floor felt like hell and he felt like he deserved it.
Anymore he had trouble looki
Dustin watched as his guild leader materialized right in front of him, but he didn’t really see it. His eyes were practically staring through him when he asked his question. Dustin looked up at Stryder, right in the eyes and yet, all he saw was Greil.
“I’m good, how are you?”
Dustin looks back at the ground and turns around. His body had felt heavy ever since that day despite eating the bare minimum to survive. He had thought he knew the cost, and for the most part, he had... but he th