Adrian woke up on the Second floor of the castle. He had been out for a few hours and only woke up after the pill he had consumed had taken effect.
The piercing pain in his head had given way to a dull ache that lingered in his mind. It was certainly uncomfortable, but he could still somewhat handle it.
He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dim light of the second floor. Unlike the lower levels, this place was eerily silent, untouched by the ransacking that had stripped the other floors bare.
The air was thick with dust, swirling in lazy spirals as if disturbed for the first time in centuries.
Adrian pushed himself to his feet, wincing as his muscles protested. His sword was still clenched tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He forced himself to relax, flexing his fingers before scanning the room.
