Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword
But not even ten seconds passed before they opened once more, revealing a pair of deep brown irises.
He stared at the cobwebs clinging to the ceiling. His gaze drifted to his roommates, still sleeping soundly. Clicking his tongue, he grumbled, “Hah… they sleep like the dead, while I can’t sleep because of the dead. Damn nightmare!”
With a weary face, the young man rose from bed. He stepped out of the room, yawning loudly. How was it possible that despite being exhausted, he couldn’t fall asleep?
***
Though the place was now overrun by grass and weeds, the land still felt dead.