Chapter 22 Fitran vs Pastor (1)
Atlantis School, 50th Floor, Atonement Room, Year 10 (Present)
12:00 AM - A chilling silence envelops the midnight hour, as the clock strikes twelve, infusing the air with a palpable tension.
The pastor stands alert, his eyes sharp as an eagle, ready to confront any attacks that may come from the markuez.
"Be careful, Julie," the pastor says firmly, his gaze vigilant, watching every movement around them.
"Yes," she replies, her tone mirroring the same tension.
"Hehehehe, don't act tough, little bug," the markuez mocks, preparing to launch an attack, his smile brimming with malevolence.
Yet, amidst the mounting tension, the sound of footsteps draws nearer, slicing through the stillness of the night.
Tap ... tap ... tap
As the footsteps approach, the silhouette of a figure begins to materialize. Before long, Fitran appears, clad in a flowing robe that billows gently behind him. From a distance, he has already conjured a protective spell, an aura of shimmering light enveloping his form with a calming glow.
"Hey, Pastor! How did you recognize me?" Fitran asks, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Your scent is different from other humans," he responds, his tone soft yet tinged with intrigue.