Chapter 180 Comforting Shadows

• It was a fine art, drawing with a quill. But after so many centuries, Sebastian had mastered it.
• Eventually, he tilted his head to inspect his finished work. Only when he was satisfied that it was a true depiction, did he turn to the next page. And then the words flowed.
• Dipping the quill over and over. He scribbled tormented thoughts in the light of a tiny candle. Though he didn’t truly need it, it offered some comfort in the darkness.