Chapter 91: Whirl

*LYCIA*

“Where are we?” The ceiling above had cracks in it. A clear indication that we weren't in the luxurious palace of Darrow.

I tried to push myself up but my body still felt weary from the extraneous and magical catastrophe I had just gone through.

“Lycia, are you okay?” Seff asked, making me turn my face to the side to see his worried face trace my features with his concerned eyes.

He was safe. To know that gave me greater relief than the worry this strange place had brought me. “I am,” I therefore said, putting on a smile for him, “Are you?”

“Yes,” he reassured me as he tried to raise himself up on his arms. His body, stronger than mine, also protected by the stone of Amours, and had at least left him with some strength to sit up unlike me.

“What do you see around?” I asked, giving some time for my body to rest.

“There isn't much around here. It's a plain dirty room with no windows and a single door. A light bulb fixed on the top of a wall is the one bringing in light. Beside