Emperor of Shards

Water dripped relentlessly, each drop echoing like the blows of a hammer nailing shut a coffin.

A coffin that doomed Cyrille.

He glared at the darkness around him, at the monster he couldn't see. This was not going to be his end. No so-called 'emperor of shards' would throw him into a pit to die.

No matter what it took, he'd get free and get his vengeance.